You hit me up to come over at quarter to three. I’ve been drinking and I just feel like cuddling
60.9cm (W) x 91.4cm (H) x 2.8cm (D)
Oil on wood, 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
“You hit me up to come over at quarter to three.
I’ve been drinking and I just feel like cuddling.
You’re a music type, your eyes look up to meet mine as you write on my chest,
songs about your ex.
Every time you light your cigarette, you burn your beard a little bit,
enough to stink and yet tell me I reek.
Excuse me.
You smell like scared millipedes.
Your room is filled with unwashed cutlery, I can’t sleep in your blood covered sheets that you haven’t cleaned from your tattoo last week.
Please.
Lately I feel like I ain’t got you feeling your best, at times when we’re together we’re both just stressed. I don’t know who put wind in your sails,
But darling I’m tired of being regaled.
You rub Aloe Vera on my burnt bald ass head.
Feeling good like I earned it,
you make me feel like there’s no shame in being too earnest.
I stay up late every night wondering and I really can’t survive too long with no rest. “
60.9cm (W) x 91.4cm (H) x 2.8cm (D)
Oil on wood, 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
“You hit me up to come over at quarter to three.
I’ve been drinking and I just feel like cuddling.
You’re a music type, your eyes look up to meet mine as you write on my chest,
songs about your ex.
Every time you light your cigarette, you burn your beard a little bit,
enough to stink and yet tell me I reek.
Excuse me.
You smell like scared millipedes.
Your room is filled with unwashed cutlery, I can’t sleep in your blood covered sheets that you haven’t cleaned from your tattoo last week.
Please.
Lately I feel like I ain’t got you feeling your best, at times when we’re together we’re both just stressed. I don’t know who put wind in your sails,
But darling I’m tired of being regaled.
You rub Aloe Vera on my burnt bald ass head.
Feeling good like I earned it,
you make me feel like there’s no shame in being too earnest.
I stay up late every night wondering and I really can’t survive too long with no rest. “
60.9cm (W) x 91.4cm (H) x 2.8cm (D)
Oil on wood, 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
“You hit me up to come over at quarter to three.
I’ve been drinking and I just feel like cuddling.
You’re a music type, your eyes look up to meet mine as you write on my chest,
songs about your ex.
Every time you light your cigarette, you burn your beard a little bit,
enough to stink and yet tell me I reek.
Excuse me.
You smell like scared millipedes.
Your room is filled with unwashed cutlery, I can’t sleep in your blood covered sheets that you haven’t cleaned from your tattoo last week.
Please.
Lately I feel like I ain’t got you feeling your best, at times when we’re together we’re both just stressed. I don’t know who put wind in your sails,
But darling I’m tired of being regaled.
You rub Aloe Vera on my burnt bald ass head.
Feeling good like I earned it,
you make me feel like there’s no shame in being too earnest.
I stay up late every night wondering and I really can’t survive too long with no rest. “