PAG - The Lady is Dead

This is a symbolic experience for the gaze. Bodies writhe throughout, men and women, creating a sexually charged rawness. The song haunts while the older woman, with her status symbols and painted on mask, gazes at muscled men frothing all over her BMW. A young pair engage in an erotic act of pearl polishing cunnilingus. There are solid, female tennis players, lobbing a liver back and forth. Abstracted acts of sexuality and identity leave interpretation open to the viewer. The stark white background creates a lack of context, lending it surreal, almost artificial feel. Enjoy the sensations and thoughts which result! The soundtrack is "In This Shirt" by The Irresponsibles.

Megalopolis

Initial concept art for a science fiction project. Created using Rhinoceros 3D software, Bunkspeed rendering, and Photoshop. The Megalopolis is a dystopian, diseased cesspit, run by a corrupt corporate elite. The poor are used by the rich as guinea pigs to advance their technology, which they hope to use to escape the festering reality their world has become.

JOY FANTASTIC

This song always puts me in the best mood! I was lucky enough to see Hudson Mohawke play in Dunedin earlier this year, his plastic, complex, three-dimensional, mind-melting music was insane! Great for gyrating and grinding, twizzling your fingers, forgetting where you are, and becoming matter with energy flowing through it. Well that's what it felt like anyway. Basically he's good. Check out some of his newer stuff too:

The Device

An object I made for a project we are working on, to transport consciousness into another dimension.

People you should Google

Kris Kuksi - Sculptor.

Pierre et Gilles - Photographer couple.

Kate MccGwire - Feather sculptor

Kyle Buckner - Furniture Designer

Philippe Tournaire - Jeweller

Manish Arora - Fashion Designer

2011 Colours

Pictures from 2011, a vibrant year, to say the least.

Dining Room Table

Silver Surfer, by Tim Reay

Art History

The Experience

There was a field, butterflies dancing through the air around everything. The trees began to swirl, ebbing and flowing with visually intense energy. Our traditional notions of quantifying reality ceased to be relevant. Various ways of seeing the world flashed past us in a steady stream, each one seemingly more surreal than the last, but still so representative of reality their its intensity was too great to really comprehend.

A pair of Labradors ran up to us as we lay in the mottled light of breezy branches, veins of life all around us, feeding wood, branches, twigs, stems and leaves. The dogs' boundless energy and passion for the environment and us was so fresh, so invigorating. A black and a gold Labrador, both so happy to play.

We found an old war helmet at the top of a concrete bunker. It was peeling apart like an old leaf. The sun set in  a dazzling display of light, white, gold, orange, yellow, violet, so many hues in a spectrum, clouds breezing past, curling out of each other endlessly. The night brought a new vibe with it, and we trekked through suburbia and took a cable car down into the centre of the city.

Walking past its commercial baubles, glamour dripping off the posters, we were surrounded by mannequins crowded with identities for sale. What strange creatures are humans, yet so infinitely complex and interesting a world we inhabit.

The sky

City