I Had a Dream
Oil, Ready to hang
121.8cm (W) x 91.6cm (H) x 3.8cm (D)
Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the back.
In 2022 I did an exhibition at Floating Goose Studios in Adelaide, South Australia called “Boys Boys Boys” This series of works were interested in the socialisation of young boys, the symbols and images of suburban living that manifest themselves in the metaphysical world of our dreaming. They were looking at how dreaming and our wakeful lived experiences are intimately linked and how they interact with one another. Men’s and the artists own daydreaming and perceptions of what is real and how that influences their negative traits such as apathy, lethargy, and entitlement is at the centre of this work. The space between where we sleep and where dreams begin. The red hot, beating, fleshy, fever dream that is existing.
This painting was apart of that series and was named a poem called
"I had a dream,
Gotta let your heart,
Rest somewhere deep between your feet.
That’s how you’ll find peace.
Spend no time on my knees,
Expect for activities, that could be considered dirty.
We’d sit, alone at ten past three.
Microwaving frozen veggies.
Sit at the table and share bread.
Fridge humming and crickets chirping,
with bad breath.
This name will rhyme later,
Mr. Gable Jefferson.
I’m shirtless and you’re pantsless,
between us there’s one whole very vulnerable person.
It’s so sticky,
I feel the damp beneath my feet.
I woke up sweaty,
Brekky is complimentary,
Baking in light globes heat. "
Oil, Ready to hang
121.8cm (W) x 91.6cm (H) x 3.8cm (D)
Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the back.
In 2022 I did an exhibition at Floating Goose Studios in Adelaide, South Australia called “Boys Boys Boys” This series of works were interested in the socialisation of young boys, the symbols and images of suburban living that manifest themselves in the metaphysical world of our dreaming. They were looking at how dreaming and our wakeful lived experiences are intimately linked and how they interact with one another. Men’s and the artists own daydreaming and perceptions of what is real and how that influences their negative traits such as apathy, lethargy, and entitlement is at the centre of this work. The space between where we sleep and where dreams begin. The red hot, beating, fleshy, fever dream that is existing.
This painting was apart of that series and was named a poem called
"I had a dream,
Gotta let your heart,
Rest somewhere deep between your feet.
That’s how you’ll find peace.
Spend no time on my knees,
Expect for activities, that could be considered dirty.
We’d sit, alone at ten past three.
Microwaving frozen veggies.
Sit at the table and share bread.
Fridge humming and crickets chirping,
with bad breath.
This name will rhyme later,
Mr. Gable Jefferson.
I’m shirtless and you’re pantsless,
between us there’s one whole very vulnerable person.
It’s so sticky,
I feel the damp beneath my feet.
I woke up sweaty,
Brekky is complimentary,
Baking in light globes heat. "
Oil, Ready to hang
121.8cm (W) x 91.6cm (H) x 3.8cm (D)
Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.
Signed on the back.
In 2022 I did an exhibition at Floating Goose Studios in Adelaide, South Australia called “Boys Boys Boys” This series of works were interested in the socialisation of young boys, the symbols and images of suburban living that manifest themselves in the metaphysical world of our dreaming. They were looking at how dreaming and our wakeful lived experiences are intimately linked and how they interact with one another. Men’s and the artists own daydreaming and perceptions of what is real and how that influences their negative traits such as apathy, lethargy, and entitlement is at the centre of this work. The space between where we sleep and where dreams begin. The red hot, beating, fleshy, fever dream that is existing.
This painting was apart of that series and was named a poem called
"I had a dream,
Gotta let your heart,
Rest somewhere deep between your feet.
That’s how you’ll find peace.
Spend no time on my knees,
Expect for activities, that could be considered dirty.
We’d sit, alone at ten past three.
Microwaving frozen veggies.
Sit at the table and share bread.
Fridge humming and crickets chirping,
with bad breath.
This name will rhyme later,
Mr. Gable Jefferson.
I’m shirtless and you’re pantsless,
between us there’s one whole very vulnerable person.
It’s so sticky,
I feel the damp beneath my feet.
I woke up sweaty,
Brekky is complimentary,
Baking in light globes heat. "