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.

 

7th Feb

I don't actually go flashing anymore. I go nosting.

 

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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!

 

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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

 

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Sitting Ducks

We are sitting ducks.

We cast momentary shadows.

We drink beer at the Trivia night.

We make our mark.

We accumulate shit.

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We make our mark again. And again. And again.

We clear stuff out and leave shit behind.

We chuck so much shit out.

We take the piss.

We catch light that falls on walls.

And we ponder, sitting ducks.
 

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