Tuesday, July 20, 2021

Prints Available - paintings of Sydney

Prints of my work are available. I have these images in stock now. as gorgeous  A3 and A4 laser prints on 350gsm uncoated stock. In theory any of my pictures on the blog can be ordered as a print, though it may be difficult to locate a high res version of some of the older work to print from

 

 
Park St demolition/development site

 
Reel 'em in Ruby

 
The Queen Victoria Building and tramline construction

 
Postcard of the Horatii

 
FDC pink baize - development at Sydney University

 
Newcastle Post Office

 
Portrait of Nadine Stransen (RIP)

 
Marooned Shed

 
Woolloomooloo from Space

 
UV Isolation View

 
Helicopter pad near Brooklyn(on the old Pacific Hwy)

 
Govetts Leap, Blackheath

 
Central Station from Eddy Avenue

 
Dongas

 
Damo Shadow Boxing, At the Junkyard Studio

 
Sydney Harbour Bridge from Milsons Point Station

 
Central Park, George St, on the old Kent Brewery  site

 
The old Bushells tea factory, across the bay and mangroves from Cabarita

 
Angry Cars on a Rainy Day
 
The view from my studio porch a coupleof years ago

Hand titled and signed I sell them at $40 for A3 &  $30 for A4, so for online sales I'll add a postage and handling fee, for now $AU10, or equivalent in tradable currency within Australia for one print, and incrementing by $2.50 for each extra. For now I'll double that for most other locations, except those that are particularly obscure and expensive. This is all by hand for now, send me a message to subgeometer at gmail if you are interested. I'll organise these and other images in sets and soon I'll even set up some kind of proper shop.


I'm also about to unleash google ads on the site.

Sunday, July 18, 2021

Jack of Health

Health Hazzard and Health Ghunt.
Once I'm done with this the finished card will wind up on the political geometry page and I might put it on a chocolate wheel  in the Art Gallery of NSW model I'm curating artwork in


 I'll have to add the COVID NSW suit emblem to this pair of jokers.
 
 
Repaired so Ghunt(at  bottom) looks like himself

 
 Fellow ministerAngus Taylor came and gatecrashed over Greg Hunt's face. I'm not sure how but I guess they've got something in common

 
Hands in their pockets, NSW and federal health ministers

 

Thursday, July 15, 2021

Hop budding

 these buds on a fat branch a few cm above the pot are still slowly growing(on 28 July) at 1mm/day as a big shoot which appeared a few days ago from the mulch powers putting on at least 3cm growth/day



 
The fat lower stem of a hop vine with buds that have been multiplying and are now slowly starting to grow as the days begin to lengthen a bit

Wednesday, July 7, 2021

Jacinda Ardern

 



 


New Zealand PM Jacinda Ardern. What a contrast to Australian PM Mr Oppressive Wallpaper Scott Morrison. In the post below.

 I can only imagine the hourly heavy breathing Scomo puts on Gladys Berejiklian by phone. Have you found the evidence to get out of lockdown Glad? Worlds best contract tracers, they must have the data by now ...

Both will appear on Political Geometry when theyre done



 

Scomo goes on Holiday for Australia

Smirko does what he does best

 
 

Bushfires of unprecedented scope and ferocity...
A global pandemic where millions die

Do what you do best - sneak off on holiday, avoid responsibility, cause, like you don't hold a hose, don't want to get in the way. Its different though when the cameras come out, ScottyfromMarketing will protect us all, a human shield

 
 
Someone told me the the teeth were completely 'on point' - ha


 

 

 
If only he could make it permanent! 



 

Bent Trees on Short Street

Short st runs between Arundel St and St Johns Rd in Forest Lodge, just behind the old coroners court 

 I've been working on this from some photos but I might go sit there for half an hour, its pretty much at my front door, I shouldn't have to get close to anyone, and I'll wear a mask

 
What drew me in was the crazy bent trees, which have started off growing up and westward out of the shadow of the wall. But the topiarists of the electricals had other ideas, cutting them back to train them around the sacred wires


The cars parked in the scene are hardly moving ijn this lockdown so I went and took a few photos to work from at home. The spot is about 50m from my front door, and pretty out of the way so I'll probably set up on the spot a bit as well if I think noone will be upset or breach social distance.
 
I'm fully vaccinated but still wouldn't want to pass on the infection to someone who isn't. Like everything Liberals governments do, its a self-serve system designed for hustlers(or rather, to exclude everyone else, perhaps not by design </scoff>, but that's how it works) So those most in need are quite likely to miss out/come last. The same system trhat gifts $20 million to the obscene Gerry Harvey, and doesn't blink an eye at mass homelessness, in fact appears to treat it as a policy goal, one of the very few they go close to achieving.
 

 
 
Trees trained by the topiarists of the electrical wires


 

Saturday, June 26, 2021

Palm Tree Hairdo


 A terrace house in Marrickville, qith a mad hair style when viewed from the correct angle

Vaccination

I got my second dose of Astrazeneca vaccine yesterday out in Belmore so I'll be fully vaccinated soon

 
 
 
 
In the post vaccination room with a  couple who had also just had the COVID shot.

 
Bits and pieces of the room where I waited to convince the nurse to let me have my 2nd dose of Astrazeneca after 6 weeks rather than wait 12.

Mum's vaccinated herself now but she's pretty old and the government and ATAGI had just destroyed confidence in the Astrazeneca vaccine in the depth of winter with a replacement  only on the distant horizon. (Is this for the political benefit it gives the LNP federal government, to drag out the emergency  and give them a chance to win an election after they smooth over a few difficulties with the ladies?). That had to mean they had spare doses.

It wasn't too hard to convince the nurse and the team there, there were only a few elderly people getting their 2nd dose. No Pfizer at all will be available for weeks yet, so it must be frustrating. One guy who looked to be in his 60s was escorting his mum for her 2nd dose and said he'd be waiting for the Pfizer. (Hey mate, one in 10 infected are hospitalised, with half of them in intensive care)
 
Now there's an outbreak that looks to be exploding across Sydney which has exposed the risk assessment done when ATAGI binned AZ to be totally ill-conceived and insane. Only 1 person had died (in Australia) from COVID since January and 2 had died  from vaccine sideeffects. But that was summer and now its winter and there's a hotel quarantine outbreak every week of increasingly infectious variants. And millions have died from COVID this year. 

Madness




 

Monday, June 21, 2021

Fig Tree in Victoria Park

 
 
When some dry weather returned 
I got back to the fig tree in Victoria Park to sit in the space created by its curtains of aerial roots to paint a bit more of its portrait

 
The room uynder the tree. I've always had a fantasy of growing a house by training a fig


 

 

 
A painting I started a couple of weeks ago but haven't got back to yet as the weather's been miserable

 

Mr Cat

Thecat who moved in.
 

 
 
 
Happiness is a warm amplifier for Mr Cat. Here's some drawings of him in the same spot.


 

winter hop leaves

 
A little fluoro painting of the hop vine on the fence dropping its leaves, this photo is under daylight though


 

Sunday, June 20, 2021

Mr Cat

 Mr Cat - aka Boots - was hanging out in the wood stacks out back since before I got here about 4 years ago. He was always well fed and too fussy to take anything we offered so we didn't need to feed him at all, and I've never seen the telltale feathers and pair of wings  that cats leave behind when they kill birds so it was good to have him around, just to keep the rats wary.

Last year he hurt himself. Maybe a piece of timber rolled onto his foreleg and he couldn't walk on it at all. After maybe a day I realised he couldn't get home and must be starving, wherever it was, so I found something he would eat, some raw meat.

I started researching to find his owner, after a day or 2 my friend Jules found out via a Cat Ladies facebook page, it was very close too the back yard, but upstairs. I didn't meet the lady but left her a note explaining the situation, saying Mr Cat was being fed but she could come and get him, take him home/to her vet.

She never showed up and as days went by Boots foot was healing,after a week or so he started to put it on the ground again and as another went by  he wasn't quite so ginger on it.

By turns he recovered, seemingly without lasting effects, the leg isn't deformed and he doesn't tfavour  it so maybe it was just badly bruised rather than broken at all.

I think his owner has now got another desexed(?) tomcat, who followed him home when he was stuck outside for a couple of days while a neurotic elderly Jack Russell was staying. He got bite wounds on his face and bum, and for a while looked like he might do himself in with obsessive grooming so we had to feed him a tiny bit of valium with his food for a few weeks so they could heal. 

Thankfully he's mended, and having realised he can make himself at home, he's acting like lord of the manor. On top of the amplifier is a favourite spot, it's always comfortably warm, and is a good protected vantage point at the doorway, where the average dim doggy doesn't notice him.

So it's time to put him to work, doing what he does best as a model. having a kip in a nice warm spot.

 
A couple of drawings, the one at bottom also accompanies the evil geniuses in the post below.  I've also started a little painting which I'll add shortly

Saturday, June 19, 2021

shifty politicians, and Mr Cat

 
Christian Porter, former attorney general. and WA's gift to the Ladies - a picture of empathy, as ever

 
Rudy Giuliani
 
These drawings will also land on my neglected Political Geometry blog, which I aim to make active again

 
Every evil genius needs a cat asleep on a warm amplifier by their tapping, bejewelled fingers