Henry Darger

I'm officially finished Uni forever and I cant stop listening to posi hip hop. Also, here's a screenprint I did of Henry Darger as a part of my current body of work on recluses. Henry became famous for his posthumously-discovered 15,145-page, single-spaced fantasy manuscript called  In the Realms of the Unreal which includes The Story of the Vivian Girls, in What is Known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinian War Storm Caused by the Child Slave Rebellion, and extends over 15 immense, densely-typed volumes. The text is accompanied by three bound volumes of several hundred illustrations, scroll-like watercolor paintings on paper, the work of six decades, derived from magazines and coloring books. In addition, Darger wrote an eight volume, 5,084-page autobiography, The History of my Life; a 10-year daily weather journal; assorted diaries; and a second work of fiction, provisionally titled Crazy House, of over 10,000 handwritten pages. He also went through a lengthy phase of feeling compelled to make strange noises which irritated others.

Half Hollenback

This is the painting I came up with for the 'Alternate Woodland Critter Evolution Fan Fiction' exhibition curated by my buddy Logan Knight, a little while ago. Along with the artwork, each artist was required to write a short story (see below) I sold this work last week at the Art & Design Market in sunny Wollongong and so it shall be frightening small children from the walls of the delightful Mia's house forever more. Mia also had a stall at the market that was much less offensive than ours so be sure to check out her lovely blog HERE.

A word from the rabbit:

I guess I started to collect teeth because I liked the sound they would make when I gently disturbed them in their glass jar.

Holding each one up to the light, I visualise its internal anatomy.  All those tiny nerves- fragile, feathery tendrils.  The root canals- vessels that lay deep within the tooth, all hiding under the shiny shell like passage ways to dark, secret places.

I bury them all underneath the forest floor in labeled jars.

I dig the damp soil with my new claws. I treat it like a personal underground Wunderkamer. There’s a collection down there. 

My new signs of evolution- the fur, teeth and claws are all telling me I will soon be living in dark tunnels for good.  

I won’t need t-shirts anymore.

You're An Unrescuable Schizo

This is a postcard I drew on for the Secret Santa show at Arthive last year. I spilt some tea on it at the time but I dont think you can really tell.