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Initially NO
City: St. Kilda East
Country: Australia
Joined: Dec 2007

Multi-media artist

quirk, whimsy and a whole other world. Laugh and explore

Acrylics and oil painting, ceramics, found object sculptures, cartoon, digital collage of original works.

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Diploma of Professional Writing and Editing RMIT
BA Monash University
Trumpet player, guitarist and vocalist
Background in performance and extensive training in this

Been painting and drawing every year of my life. Observation is my visual arts course.

Are you a digital artist? Magic. Because I’m more focussed outside the screen. The screen screams at me too much.
Think there is room for both art forms and there always will be. Even if I had the money to buy a digital paint brush that could touch a super screen, I think I still want to exist outside the wires.

For original, one off artworks you can buy via the web visit my site at:
http://creationsforsale.blogspot.com

For off the cuff guff, check out my “Blag splot for blart” www.initiallynocreations.blogspot.com
and www.initiallyno-review.com

Also my book Percipience, outside the range of understood sense available at Amazon and
https://www.createspace.com/3382902

Then for mugs and more wall-art www.initiallynocreations.deviantart.com

Journal Entries

Further study

Posted about 10 hours ago.

Poetry feature

Posted 16 days ago.

Wolfing it down published!

Posted 2 months ago.

Percipience published!

Posted 6 months ago.

Emitting a force-field

Posted 12 months ago.

The Biggest Gainer

Posted about 1 year ago.

The curate

Posted about 1 year ago.

Headless Mannequinism

Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.

Containers exhibition

Posted about 1 year ago.

Recycled timber canvas stretchers

Posted about 1 year ago.

Writing

They tell me to be quiet

When I’d rather cause a riot / And have everyone screaming / Out their eccentric meaning. / They tell me to be quiet / But my stomach is on a diet / It can’t help but grumble / Out its ‘feed meâ…

To butterfly

Caught in a fold / Of someone’s hands / I feel like a butterfly / My thoughts meandering; / My feelings fluttering around; / My tongue, it curls;

Like a shadow at noon

He was a tall man / Like a shadow at noon / ‘Don’t waste your life,’ he said.

Proud mother

A mother can be proud / Of what seems insignificant / And silly to others.

Going back

I have to look back though. / I have to keep doing that / Until I’m numb to it. / I can’t have history / Upsetting me.

Food for the aliens

It’s heating up / Yep. This is going to be hot. / And all the humans / Are going to cook.

Watchlist

  • Damicovu
  • RedBubble