As the corona virus strangles the city of Seattle, the restaurants and cafes in Pioneer Square shut down. Preparing for the cytokine storm, shopfronts are boarded up. The streets deserted, feeling edgier than ever. To keep an eye on the streets, the Alliance for Pioneer Square reached out to local artists to pair up with local businesses and paint the hoardings that cover the shopfronts. Lucky for me, Jon from Swannies Sports Bar liked my work and picked me to create a concep
Where do ideas come from (during the pandemic)? Having worked in advertising for 20 years, where the business is built on great ideas, ‘where do ideas come from?’ is a question that everyone wants the answer to. A brilliant idea can change the world. How do you generate a great idea? The best way for me is simple. First take your brain. Fill it with lots of stuff about the problem you’re trying to solve. Next read a lot from many different sources. Add in random, unconnected
What you can do to help artists during COVID-19. Everyone is meeting their friends for drinks online. From our dining chairs in Seattle we look across the table through our laptop to our friends at the other side of the table in Summer Hill. We’re all drinking white negronis and it’s beautiful. Two hours in a heartbeat. People are working online, making startling discoveries about the working life of their partners. Kids are learning online. And they’re gorging on Tiger King.
Sometimes art goes bad. Look at her face. The horror. This is not intentional. I wasn’t trying to create an image of a women who had been burnt in an accident. Or a woman trapped in a disfiguring face mask. I was trying to create a woman with attitude, cigarette in hand, giving the viewer a withering glance. I didn’t have the right colour papers to create realistic tones in collage. I ended up with a mess. A right awful mess. A week later, it happened again. I was struggling
Studio space in Seattle is really hard to come by. I was fortunate that Clare Johnson had landed a residency and would be out of the state for three months. She was looking for someone to look after her space in 57 Biscayne and I was keen to look after it. We hit it off and is kindly letting me work in this beautiful space. My new short-term studio The space is roomy, has wonderful high ceilings and is beautifully lit. The big white wall is just dying to be covered in my stuf
Taking risks sometimes pays dividends. The risk is worth the reward. Other times, they fail terribly. Like at my high school dance. Important lessons from risk-taking The school dance is beach themed. I thought it would be a good idea to make breasts out of coconuts and pink socks, wrap myself in a hibiscus tablecloth and apply red lipstick. I remember looking at myself in the mirror in the bathroom and almost chickening out. Then I told myself, if I don’t do this I will regr
It’s early January and I am standing in the gentle rain outside Blick’s. There’s a man in a glitter top hat reeling off tunes to passing cars. This is new to me. The whole city is new to me and the rain is a joy on my head. I haven’t seen or felt it for over three months. Australia is on fire. It’s burnt an area the distance between Seattle to Vancouver. I am desperate to find a studio since I left mine behind in Braidwood. And I have an enormous looming deadline. I’m showing