Leith O'Malley


Hey You!

Posted 4 days ago

Merry Christmas to you and those close to you today fellow Bubblers.

As it is (as usual) a hot morning here in South Oz, I send you warm greetings from my neck of the woods (erm, bush).
I hope you are all in good spirits!

Take care and let us see how the day of the big man in the red suit unfolds :)

Cheers!
Leith

Leith O’Malley
South Australian Visual Artist
W: www.leithomalle…

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Of blue ducks and cafe branding..

Posted about 1 month ago

Break out the red bubbly Dept.
An illustrated work of mine has been commissioned to adorn the walls and menu of a new cafe in Sydney.
Here’s all the info guys: click here

Cheers!
Leith

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Interview

Posted about 1 month ago

An interview I had recently with American arts educator and enthusiast Larry Hewett:
click here for link to interview


A Jim Carroll reading..

Posted 3 months ago

Of writers, jazz cats and Nick Cave..

Posted 3 months ago

A cats tail.. I mean tale. click here


I love discovering things like this (Thankyou Ani Di Franco).

Posted 3 months ago

“Detroit Annie, Hitchhiking”
by Judy Grahn

Her words pour out as if her throat were a broken
artery and her mind were cut-glass, carelessly handled.
You imagine her in a huge velvet hat with great
dangling black feathers,
but she shaves her head instead
and goes for three-day midnight walks.

Sometimes she goes down to the dock and dances
off the end of it, simply to prove her be…

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A nice surprise..

Posted 4 months ago

Just discovered via Google Alerts that a popular art/culture website (twentyfour) has a nice little promo and link to my website on their front page..
CLICK HERE

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Note to Self

Posted 4 months ago

Main Entry: 1in·flu·ence
Pronunciation: primarystressin-secondarystressflü-schwan(t)s
Function: noun

Lou


Just something I like..

Posted 4 months ago

The Sound of Trees


I wonder about the trees.

Why do we wish to bear

Forever the noise of these

More than another noise

So close to our dwelling place?

We suffer them by the day

Till we lose all measure of pace,

And fixity in our joys,

And acquire a listening air.

They are that that talks of going

But never gets away;

And that talks no less for knowing,
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LCS :)

Posted 4 months ago
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