THIS BOWER MY PRISON

Fiction Genres

2011-05-05T06:06:00.003+09:30

My latest monster is up for your viewing (not climbing, although it is tempting) pleasure at:

aMBUSH gallery
4 James St
Waterloo New South Wales 2017
(02) 8399 0707
from the 13th (opening night), to the 15th of May 12-4pm but check website for more detailed details.
http://www.ambushgallery.com/home/

Falling From Grace

2010-03-13T14:20:00.005+10:30

The Chandelier, originally designed as a practical candle holder has, over the centuries, become a symbol of opulence. It's usefulness as a light source is debatable. It's threatening dangling overhead, a much-used symbol in popular culture. It has come full circle. Back to the dark ages from which it came. The energy hungry incandescent light bulb has made way for the aesthetically challenged energy saver halogen bulb. This Chandelier holds no globes and no longer serves a useful purpose. Like the plastic it is made from, it has reached obsolescence.

well thank god that's over

2009-11-22T13:04:00.005+10:30

Don't get me wrong, Sculpture by the Sea was great, but it was completely exhausting. Really happy to have sold my work, and especially that the new owners live fifty meters from Marks park. Also very pleased to have received the Kids Choice award. Thanks Kids! I love the Dinosaur Designs trophy. I didn't expect that. Almost better than the cash!
So now I have a large bag of plastic that broke off the house that I need to reattach. I'll do that tomorrow. Then I have to try and find somewhere to put all the leftover plastic/toys etc, and resurrect my garage. I have no idea where to put it. It all seems far too big a job on this 40 degree afternoon.
Here are a couple of pictures of the Dream Home in situ. Thanks to everyone who supported me in making it and everyone who came to see it. It makes it all worthwhile.

Being installed in new home. Note how far it has to go down into the courtyard...that's Gregs face underneath the bottom of the house.

School groups going crazy for bubbles

Ollie!

2009-10-04T20:22:00.003+10:30

Carpet Ollie!

dropping in...yay!

2009-09-28T22:03:00.003+09:30

MISSING!

2009-09-16T20:12:00.003+09:30

Has anyone seen these flowers? They went missing (perhaps sold but not recorded) from my Found Feathered Friends exhibition back in September last year. Just trying to get to the bottom of the mystery. Ask your friends who went? Much appreciated.

chatswood

2009-08-12T18:59:00.002+09:30

I joined a skateboarding forum online for women who like to skate. The problem is, they're all over in the USA. Lucky for them, every single little two-bit town seems to have an amazing skatepark, that put our best to shame. This is me at Chatswood. This is Woodward in LA.

pete

2009-08-08T22:41:00.004+09:30

photo greg lippiatt

Early one morning last summer, I went and had a look at a skatepark that I knew about, but hadn't seen before. I wasn't planning on staying because I was on my way to a swimming race, but even if I'd wanted to, I would have had to wait for the group of about twenty elderly Tai Chi practitioners to finish their session first. They took up the whole bowl with their slow, fluid, synchronised movement. I though about how similar it was to the movement made by the skateboarders who would no doubt trickle in as the day warmed up. Movements that are repeated and practiced, refined and perfected. Tai Chi, slow, skating, fast.
As I turned to leave, I saw a young man, sitting quietly like this on his skateboard, as if meditating on the moves he would make when the others left.

new thing

2009-08-03T20:30:00.003+09:30

Rainbow street public school is having an art exhibition fundraiser from the 27th of August to the 1st of September at Gallery East, 21 Burnie st Clovelly. Chris Gleisner is curating it and asked me to donate something to the cause. I made some things like this.

the roof is on

2009-08-01T18:03:00.002+09:30

Had some help putting the roof on "Dream Home". Here it is.

Scrap Close up

2009-07-15T21:43:00.002+09:30

Rosie and Scrap

2009-07-09T19:11:00.005+09:30

I put little Scrap (just finished) on the floor to take a quick picture for this blog, when Rosie decided to come over and have a look. Here's what happened.

Come on.....play!

From Little Things

2009-06-25T19:48:00.006+09:30

Photography: Greg Lippiatt

I was recently invited to participate in the arty part of The Five Lands Walk, which is an annual event celebrating the area from McMasters beach to Terrigal. This installation was at Avoca beach and was my take on the whale migration that is regularly witnessed from those lucky enough to live on an east coast beach. The sculptures are made from water bottles and their lids, which are a pet hate of mine for their environmental nastiness. I think they look much nicer cut up and reconstructed.

commissions

2009-05-28T19:39:00.001+09:30

meat tray

2009-03-29T15:55:00.003+10:30

What to make for an RSL show? A meat tray of course.

new birdies

2009-03-07T10:31:00.003+10:30

Just when I think I'm done with birds, another request arrives.

These are two wrens...a Red Backed Fairy Wren and a Variegated Wren, beautifully photographed in the afternoon light by Greg Lippiatt.

CarriageARTworks

2009-01-14T10:31:00.002+10:30

Wagging school

2008-12-16T20:19:00.004+10:30

I took Charlie (my nephew) out of school on Monday to go on a skatepark crawl. We went to three and included a stop at Skater HQ in Manly for new wheels and some adjustments to existing boards. They're really friendly down there and put us on to a really fun snake run at Balgowlah. We finished off at Manly Vale skate park which I particularly liked (Charlie preferred the snake run). Here's a little peek at what we did. Pretty lame video really, it feels much more scary than it looks. I didn't manage to get Charlie doing a 50/50 (where you get the board half and half longditudinally on the coping at the top of the ramp before going back down), but I will next time.

Thank You

2008-11-20T20:04:00.003+10:30

Photo - Greg Lippiatt

Just a little note to say thank you to everyone who came (and who may still go) to my show. I tried my hardest to say hello to everyone, but was disappointed to still miss so many of you. I have been overwhelmed by the attention of the press and the steady stream of commissions coming my way. Who would have thought? Looks like I will be working hard over Christmas, but I do love a challenge...
I also hope to be doing a bit of what this little Crested tern is doing, only less on the rocks and more in the water.

nearly here...

2008-11-05T21:40:00.006+10:30

Photography - Greg Lippiatt

I'm chewing my nails down to the quick. Who would have thought that an exhibition could bring about such an array of emotions? Here's the invitation for anyone who would like to squeeze in on opening night. Otherwise, make a meal of it and go to the restaurant as well.
Nervous, very nervous.

yay! a bower!

2008-10-05T17:46:00.004+10:30

Went for an overnighter in Kangaroo Valley and very happily came across this. What a sexy pad. Offered him a couple of blue lids, a bit off a pen and a rubbery bracelet thing all of which he took happily and placed decoratively around his bower.
Spotted a number of birds including golden whistlers, lyrebirds, yellow robins, yellow-faced honeyeaters, olive backed orioles, noisy friarbirds (building nests), and millions of other little thornbills, scrubwrens and blue wrens, oh, and a whipbird. The lyrebirds that darted across the road on approach to the cabin didn't say much, but the one along the bush track that I couldn't see, chattered for ages, doing a very good job at pretending to be a kookaburra, golden whistler, whipbird, wattlebird and something that sounded a little like an air rifle.
Oh so happy to see a bower.

2008-08-16T19:59:00.004+09:30

I stopped off at NG gallery this afternoon having had a mediocre surf at Maroubra. It was the last day of the "Sordid Tales of Chippendale" exhibition. I bought this gruesome piece. It's called Screaming Rat by Stephen Hall. It's actually four rats on top of each other. He just cried out to me. Arrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!

scissor callous

2008-07-20T14:00:00.003+09:30

As evidence for my working very hard on my exhibition (18th November 2008 NG Gallery Chippendale) I am posting here a photo of the little callous that has developed on my thumb as a result of cutting much plastic with scissors.

That was the man in the mission brown suit

2008-02-18T11:26:00.003+10:30

For as long as I can remember, I have been drawn to men in suits. Often, when I put pen to paper, little caricatures would emerge, always dressed in a suit and tie. It seems to be happening with my sculpture too. I begin with a vague idea of who I might construct, and if it's a guy, he always ends up suited, (this one was supposed to be naked.)
I read somewhere recently that people with red hair would eventually disappear. It turned out to be a furphy, but when I found the orange haystack that became his hair, I began to piece together who he was and what he represented.
He's a bit of a 70's guy. Sideburns, Dennis Lillee moustache and he's wearing the mission brown suit. He's fallen over (or was he pushed for being so outdated?) and is struggling to get back up. He looks scared, humiliated, alone. I feel a bit sorry for him, but he really is redundant.
Like the plastic he is constructed from, he is no longer necessary and has been cast aside, like his suit, his hair.
I am led to believe, and I could be the gullible recipient of a great story, that the colour "Mission Brown" so popular in the 1970's, but abhorred today, came about by the mixing of a number of tins of coloured paints that had been donated to a Christian mission looking to paint their mission buildings. I like the idea that his suit is the colour derived from this use of leftover, or waste resources. He's my kind of guy.

flowers for Pauline

2008-02-07T19:23:00.000+10:30

Michael's mother Pauline is very ill in hospital and I wanted to send her some flowers...but It was a public holiday weekend, so I thought I'd pick her some from my garden and give them to Michael to give to her. Then I thought that, if I gave them to him, they might wilt in the car before he delivered them to her. Then, I realised, I could make her some flowers that would never wilt. He delivered them and I think she liked them. I hope she gets better soon.

The Naughty Violinist

2007-12-17T18:21:00.000+10:30

Inspired by Fiona's goggle-eyed Santa tree-ornament (see 'Strange Fruit' blog) I present here for your Christmas joy, my Naughty Violinist, who, every year hangs in pride of place on our tree. Heh heh...he makes me smile. Cheeky thing...

plastic planet

2007-11-29T16:19:00.000+10:30

If we chuck enough of this stuff away, I figure our world might end up looking a bit like this. When it does, it will be a mighty heavy weight on all our shoulders.
This piece (sans model) and many others, will be exhibited in "Fragile Planet" which opens on the 4th of December at NG art Gallery, Little Queen St, Chippendale.

"The exhibition 'Fragile Planet' explores the dichotomy between our human desire to save the planet and our addiction to consumption that threatens the very existence of earth."

A percentage of the proceeds from the sale of the artwork will be donated to the Australian Conservation Foundation.

SXS

2007-11-17T13:40:00.000+10:30

Photo: Greg Lippiatt

There is really not that much more satisfying for an artist than to see reactions to their creation. After all, we create works to stimulate a reaction. Sometimes the interpretation is something we didn't even consider or intend. Sometimes criticisms are made that offer valuable feedback for the next work. Sometimes people will dislike a work or it will speak to them in volumes. Sometimes they will walk right past it and not even notice it.
I am happy to say, that many of the people who saw my wreath liked it. It made them smile, and hopefully for some, made them think about the underlying message of waste and loss of precious resources. On the whole though, my aim is primarily to create something of beauty. For me, art is as much about beauty as it is about creating meaning without words.
Thank you to everyone who contributed to it by way of materials and encouragement.Without an audience, I would probably not perform.

Photo: Greg Lippiatt

wreath

2007-09-19T20:35:00.000+09:30

In order to not have one of those blogs that gets really boring because it never gets updated, I thought I might post some pictures of the flowers that will be a part of my sculpture by the sea installation. www.sculpturebythesea.com

Some of the flowers in the wreath have stories of their own. Some make references to popular culture, personal beliefs, or simply the natural connection between individual plastic components. I also use visual puns to connect pieces which sometimes also allude to existing flower names. Each flower starts with a single piece and grows slowly by trying a variety of combinations of colours and shapes.

Bo Peep

She is calling out to her sheep as they hide amongst the lush cable-tie grass. She has a skirt made from the trap from a mouse trap game.

Border Protection

Maybe if we closed down detention centres and spent the 200 million dollars we spend on them every year on a more productive and humane solution to asylum seekers...
Maybe we wouldn't have to keep building ridiculous fences.

Measure of Success

A friend gave me the little white house which was given to her as a promotional gift from her real estate agent. It's actually a tape measure that pulls up from the chimney. There is so much emphasis on owning your own home that if you don't, you are somehow perceived as not quite having made it in the world. This house is not only surrounded by the proverbial white picket fence...it is also in a leafy suburb. now, if they could only make the repayments.

Bear in a Bucket

I used to collect kinder surprises when you had to put them together. Apparently now, the toys are complete. No assembly required. Suffice to say, I have a box of them and occasionally employ them as the feature for individual flowers. I like the alliterative aspect to this one.

bowerbird

2007-08-17T21:11:00.000+09:30

Sometimes I have a picture in my head and it turns into three dimensions. It's my brothers 50th birthday next month. This is his present. I am fairly confident he doesn't make a habit of looking at this page so it's probably ok to unveil him here. He is a Satin Bower bird. The inspiration for the title of this blog. He comes to me in dreams and holds a special place in my heart. When I see one in reality, I am moved, for the connection we have is undeniable. He is a collector of beautiful colour. A hoarder. He sculpts an elaborate bower around the jewels he finds and lures potential lovers to his creation. My brother and I are cursed/blessed with the same affliction. I think it's genetic. We collect to the point of suffocation. We sort and catalogue, assign and combine. This bird is made of things he might have collected, had I not found them first.

diversion

2007-08-04T23:33:00.001+09:30

At last a new thing! I have taken a little break from my SXS flowers and constructed this little guy. He is the man in the suit, going to the job he hates. Made from discarded plastic. Little marvels of human engineering and invention, which, like him, are so often ignored for their true value and potential. He is time personified. How briefly we exist, how easily we discard our precious moments.
PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR LIFE!!

work in progress

2007-06-17T19:19:00.001+09:30

This is my bower my prison. It isn't really a difficult incarceration, I happily lock myself away in solitary confinement surrounded by a rainbow of boxed plastic. I feel like I'm at a flight deck, with all the knobs and buttons within easy reach for checking and matching, linking and locking. The floral wreath is well under way with 70 or so completed and awaiting planting. Engage....

train ride home

2007-05-25T23:14:00.001+09:30

Hero and Leander

2007-05-21T22:04:00.001+09:30

Leander was in love with Hero, a priestess of Aphrodite, and swam, every night, across the Hellespont to be with her. Hero placed a lamp in her window to guide him safely to her side, for she was also in love with him. One night, a furious storm raged and blew out the lamp that shone from Hero's window. With the guiding light extinguished, Leander lost his way. The stormy sea threw his exhausted body onto the rocks below Hero's clifftop home. At first light, Hero saw the lifeless body of her lover Leander laying on the rocks below her window and jumped to her death to be with him forever.

tag i'm it

2007-05-21T21:37:00.000+09:30

Apparrently I have been tagged. Now I know what this means (see strange fruit to the right there) here are my eight random facts.

I can touch my nose with my tongue.

I have a 16 year old chicken (she doesn't lay eggs any more)

Before I go to bed I have to brush my sheets down so there isn't any gritty stuff on them (can't stand gritty stuff)

I don't mind being in hospital, or eating hospital food.

I would have liked to be a singer/songwriter but have paralysing stage fright.

I can swim just over 25 metres under water.

I can recite a chinese poem.

I have recently decided that escalators are about as pointless as the leaf blower.

home

2007-05-14T09:04:00.000+09:30

Swimming at maroubra with another water nymph floating above and diving through a luxurious bed of sea grass, I felt completely at home. If only I could breathe underwater. I'm working on gills.

bindii

2007-05-11T23:23:00.000+09:30

looking at art

2007-05-06T21:05:00.000+09:30

dream boat

2007-05-06T20:56:00.000+09:30

playing around with stuff

2007-05-03T20:25:00.000+09:30

I went to an auction of framing equipment and supplies on Wednesday and ended up with a couple of kilos of sticky screenboard. I don't know what it's usually used for but I started playing around with it, thinking I might make a picture using wool, like a kindergarten kid. The stickyness wasn't strong enough to hold the wool, but it was just perfect for picking up the fine fillaments left by the wool when I took it off. I found some black satin and pulled at the frayed edge to get some fine stringy bits and let them fall randomly on the sticky board. With a little coaxing, this woman emerged. I pushed the board up against my red jumper and got some nice red wooly fillaments for the background, and pushed a ball of purple wool onto it too. Then I pressed my head onto it and got some hair, and my colleagues jacket for some other lint. The board isn't very sticky now. Click on it to see the lint in all it's glorious detail.

THE ALCHEMIST

2007-03-27T17:45:00.000+09:30

SNEEK PEEK

2007-03-13T22:35:00.000+10:30

Top secret project under construction. That is all I'm at liberty to say.

(thanks to Chris for taking the photos www.chrisgleisner.com)

PAINTINGS

2007-02-09T16:23:00.000+10:30

HARVEST

POWOW

THE THINGS WE DO

LOTUS

LOTUS I

AFLOAT

BIRDSONG

EIGHT MORE WORDS

MAGNOLIA

PATRIOT

FOUND OBJECT ASSEMBLAGE PIECES

2007-02-07T19:59:00.000+10:30

AMERICAN PLASTIC

I made this for some American friends when they got married. It's a classic painting and it's frequently parodied. It made sense to reinterpret it for them.

TREE OF LIFE

I made this piece for a friend for her 50th birthday. It's not from any painting and it was much easier to work freeform than from an existing picture. My friend is Buddhist so I wanted to make reference to that and have some meaningful stuff in it. I included the wheel, which spins, as well as a glow-in-the-dark plastic green Tara (the deity she follows). When the lights are off, she's the only thing you see. The tree is apparently very significant for Buddhist practice and is something to meditate on. I didn't know this. When I gave it to her she cried. Nice.

STRAWMAN

This guy is lifesize and made of drinking straws. Just straws and hot glue. Love hot glue. Is there anything it can't do?

VINCENT

Vincents nose is made of a Barbie leg. His cheeks are toy chicken legs. His wrapped up ear is half a brain from an human skull model. A toy grenade serves as a wooly hat lining. Hardly comforting. Strangely, his coat was probably the most time-consuming.

IF NOT FOR YOU

I asked my friends and family to collect used pill blister packs for me. Within weeks, I had boxes and boxes of them. It's hard to imagine how many pills are consumed by humans on a daily basis. My sister-in-law was being treated for breast cancer at the time and a large propotion of these packets are hers. I also had a student who was in and out of a psychiatric hospital who gave me bags of them when he was let out. Sadly, both of these people are now dead. Sometimes pills aren't enough. I like the ambiguity of the title of this piece. Without the people there would be no pills. Without the pills, there would be no people. If not for you.

THE ARNOLFINI MARRIAGE (AFTER EYCK)

I love the original of this painting. I have tried to be faithful to it. I was particularly happy to find a piece of green plastic that perfectly matched the pleats on the breast of her dress. I also used part of a "Lady Jane" comb on the window. Usually I wouldn't let any writing or decoration on the plastic be seen, but I figured it's a bit like a signature on this piece. The mirror took a while to find. It's the top portion of a lid from a fancy bottle of conditioner. That's me in the reflection taking the photo.

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

I really don't like clowns. Never have. They scare me. In a way this piece is about facing my fears. It is all wood. For some reason I'm uncomfortable about mixing wood and plastic. It's also a marble run. You can put a marble in the top right corner and it bounces it's way all the way down to the scary clown at the bottom left.

STEEL

This piece is all meatal bits. There might be a couple of plastic bits that look like metal, but mostly it's metal. The guy in the middle is called "Steel" according to the plastic stand he came with. I think he was a happy-meal givaway. Ironic that he's plastic. Classic McDonalds, calling plastic steel. This piece is a bit interractive. The bells jingle and the wheels spin. it's industry; action; warfare. Steel.

SAINT BARBIE

I never had a Barbie. I think I secretly wanted one, but to admit it would have resulted in unbearable mockery and potential Barbie torture from my brothers. I anthropomorphised all my soft toys and cried if they were thrown across a room. Barbie would have probably met with a far worse fate. (like Action Jackson, who was buried alive in a custom built casket under the Jacaranda). So, I took every opportunity to play with Amandas barbies. She had sisters, and only one brother. These Barbie products are from my daughters collection. I made up for my Barbie deprivation through her obsession when she was little.

AURORA

This piece is made from brushes I collected from work. They have all been ruined by students not washing them. the title is taken from one of the handles of a particularly cheap one. I like its celestial reference. This piece reminds me of the space warp thing they do in Star Trek.

CIRCLE GAME

Named from Joni Mitchell's song.

GOTHAM

People ask me if I paint the plastic. I don't. These are grey, white and black pieces. Unaltered. This was a bit of an experiment in perspective and creating depth. I think it looks like a aerial view of city buildings. The name is a reference to the proverbial town of Gotham. Not the Batman Gotham City, although I could imagine batman flying around this city.

GIVE US THIS DAY

This piece is made of bread tags. Each column represents a different bread tag design and colour. It is a statistical analysis of bread tags. Who would have imagined there were so many variations?