Tree in the wind

 

This is a tree behind my mother's yard in Warabrook that I've  drawn and painted a few  times. Yesterday it was blowing a gale

Paul at Mum's

 

Paul at Mum's place. There's some earlier versions of this here.

Hopefully I won't have to wait for next cricket season to finish this

Mark Lucas at RedBar

 

Mark Lucas(at right) and friend (can someone fill me in on his name) playing some Woody Guthrie songs on Thursday

The Trial of Dr Pot - finished

 

The Trial of Dr Pot

 -where-
 Arguing Medical Necessity to Treat Severe childhood Epilepsy, Dr Andrew Katelaris Addresses the District Court Jury, Defeating Hemp Supply Charges, With the Scene Transposed to Paterson NSW

An attempt at a very looong title in antique style, telling the gist of the story 

This is going in to the Archibald Prize next week. The Archibald is Australia's oldest most famous portrait prize, run by the Art Gallery of NSW. Fingers crossed, I hope it gets hung.

There's a few details below. Earlier versions of the painting are here

 

Faerie Gaolers

 

 

Swans in the dam at Paterson

Astral Grace

Spaced out, flying

A painting from a few years ago I just finished a bit by giving earth an atmosphere and clouds, and painting stars and Andromeda and the Crab Nebula.

The sky is based on the one Grace and I painted on the ceiling of the the bar at the old Record Crate.

It will be showing in "There's No Place Like Home" my group exhibition with Martin Walsh, Sandy Parfitt and Sean Buckland at Chrissie Cotter Gallery opening tomorrow at 6(Wed Mar13, 2019). The exhibition blog is here

Woman in Outer Space

. I've started finishing the stars and galaxies etc  and put an atmosphere on  Earth

Booker and Gloria at RedBar

Nasty Girl

 

The supervisor who was showing my new job network case worker the ropes. Given these case workers always move on quickly(I wonder why?!) I've had a few encounters with her, and she clearly has an animus against me - I don't meet her definition of a compliant consumer of jobseeker services, or something, but she can't think of anything to do about it. She clenches her jaw and metaphorically stamps her foot in annoyance and futility. 

Told I'd be doing work for the dole again I said, OK, I'll go volunteer and complete my murals at the mission. Having brought in the letter from Pastor Sam to start that she then said "Computer says No - since the changes in July, you have to do work for the dole" Oh actually, computer doesn't say no, there was no such change, they just have no idea. 

I was getting annoyed by this stage and said I'd leave and they could just make up whatever themselves, and sign it for me. This supervisor says if I wouldn't be cooperative I'd be here forever. I replied - so would she, and smiled. At this point she fixed me with a glare, and tried to stare me out. I pulled out my drawing pad and started to draw. LOL, if looks could kill. She said I wasn't being focussed, and I replied that no, I'm completely focussed right now.

She then fled to the photocopier, out of sight, and got the worthless contract for me to sign, and I was out of there in 2 minutes

There's no Place like Home

 

Announcing an exhibition, opening in just over a week on Wednesday 13th March at Chrissie Cotter Gallery in Pidcock St, Camperdown. Thanks to Anthia Hart at Chrissie Cotter fof thinking of us when faced with a cancellation at short notice. There's a facebook event for the opening here

 

Flying Room by Martin Walsh

 

A version of Angry Cars, by John O'Driscoll (that's me!)