Saturday, March 21, 2015

Safety Fallacy

I was attacked once. In my home. I was 11 years old, and I ran away under the perpetrator's legs and to the safety of a neighbour. The cops think he followed me home. I have often wondered about my fate had I not escaped. And I watch my back. I would love to say if we all got pissed off that it happens, if there was enough keyboard rage, it would go away. It won't.
What happened in a park this week to a teenager is awful. We are all getting heated and pent up about the language around it, who we blame. But can I say, in that moment for that girl, ideology, rhetoric and the 'power' of language meant fucking nothing. She just needed to be safe, but she wasn't and she died violently. So with all due respect, let's all get on with the task of allowing her shocked friends and family to grieve.
I love parks and always will. But our safety cannot be assured anywhere, and nothing will change that.

Saturday, March 14, 2015

for the sake of it

I don't know why, but somewhere between January and now I made a few right turns and ended up focussed elsewhere. I started to focus my photography on Nth Fitzroy, reflecting images that represented what I was feeling as I pounded the pavement and not the other way around.

I used to walk the streets to kick a fix of art that made me happy. So the drive was what was out there, not what was 'in here' *pointing to self*.

This transition is weird, uncomfortable and leaves me with unease. You may even have noticed me shifting more over to Wordpress. It seems so much more grown up.

I can only reminisce today. Not much recent work to publish. I trust Fitzroy is enjoying its resurgence in street art, with so many huge names coming back - with the launch of Chopper Lane, the Paterson Project, and various commissioned jobs around the traps. I have enjoyed watching from afar.


Monday, February 2, 2015

Bird Turd

I must admit that actually, it is not getting harder to find decent Graffiti. I thought we were bleaching the streets but it turns out I just forgot how to find it. Here Tis!

Sunday, January 25, 2015

pulled pork sliders and brioche fucking buns

I haven't spent a lot of time in Fitzroy of late. So please someone tell me when the fuck did the choice narrow to Meatballs, Sausages Or Burgers served by a shitster (shithouse looking hipster)? Thankfully there is still a welcome reprieve in the lanes behind the exposed brick, incandescent semi industria fucking nightmare of Brunswick Street, 2015