yobbo
Profile
I’m a self made fellow, I work as a commercial artist. I’m the production guy on T-world, which is a t-shirt journal, which has been and is an exciting project.
I see my job in life as casting aside the delusions of living and forging the magic of dreaming (waking dreams or otherwise).
I hope you like my stuff. enjoy and thanks for having a gander.
Groups
yobbo is a member of A T-Shirt Revolution, Green! and Melbourne & Victoria.
Clothing
Writing
Dream lover
Like a lover in the still of night, / whispering pet names of intimate conceptions, / stealing the secret moments meant for the few, / hidden by the ruins of the moon, / goldfish spin lazily within th…
Weathered Seasons
Ash falls amongst the flowers, / another petal dies, / tumbling endlessly, all the while it writhes, / to an unseen distance they dwindle, / a cacophony of of fluttering without flight, / predetermine…
Perpetual Change
There’s nothing but change, / but nothing has changed, / I’ve been running in a bubble, / the landscape morphs with my perspective, / as slick as oil the colours curve, / my expression fal…
Whose horizon is how far?
A facet of a rainbow, / stretched out over existence, / colour perceived by all, / and resisted by none, / every game measured by the same sum, / hue and saturation the only treasure, / no pleasure on…
Negative
The die falls, it says evil, / The die falls, it says stupid, / Evil says the die falls, it says stupid, / Stupid says the die falls, it says evil, / The dice fall.
Entrapment
Sometimes I feel I’ve weaved a cage with my morals, / made of tinder dry, yet sinuous straw, / I look out from my web of intrigue, / watching the world spin, / life flying by in a blur of colour, / …
