Tom at the Mission

 

Tom outside the hall having a smoke and a chat with his cup of tea after lunch. The Jordan cafe at the Mission is a free cafe providing food and services/referrals, and a place to socialise, for the poor and marginalised with Pastor Brian and now Sam Stamos.

Over the years (in lieu of Work for the Dole)I've painted a Newtown last supper in the hall and accompanying murals to memorialise and honour the people of the Mission from both sides of the counter, including Tom. There is also an Australiana billabong scene - everyone's spirit animals and plants - at the other end of the hall that I've been painting with the wonderful Grace Woods , as well as a big fig tree in the waiting room - like a tree of knowledge. It's all on the Newtown Last Supper blog including the Last Supper, and the Australiana billabong,

Balsa Eagle

 

The mascot of the show - it's made from all the little wooden triangles that come with canvases to keep prestretched canvas taut - I still have more

It first appeared here

Tex at the Record Crate

 

A 2 piece from Wollongong playing a support act at the Record Crate a few thursdays ago, that first appeared on my blog here

2018 Yabun festival gathering

 

Families in Victoria Park for the Yabun festival on Invasion Day this yea. Pu this drawing up on my blog here

Tom O'Driscoll

 

A couple of drawings of my father I drew from his and mum's honeymoon photos around the time of his funeral a few months ago

The Creation of Mick Jagger

 

Self portrait with Dario Chicco on styling comb and scissors.

A lot of people(!!) see a resemblance between me and Mick, so Dario styled my hair to suit. I've been meaning to work up a painting from this

Sabrina and Lyle

 

2 friends visiting me with a bit of the local roofline. There's a painting of Sabrina in the show as well . This first appeared here

On Glebe Point Road

 

On a saturday morning when the market was on

Danni at Open Mic

 

A drawing from the Record Crate a month or so ago - I didn't manage to get the name of the accompanist

Shoes

 

Old Shoes in the studio

Gargoyle

 

Chris Pyne-

 As well as bearing the head of a pissing boy figurine, he is manager of government business in the House of Reps, who has just signed off on 100 billion or so of weapons contracts. That should be lucrative

Wrangel Fingers

 

Melting sea ice in September 2016

Woolloomooloo Dairy Cottage

 

One of the oldest houses in EWoolloomooloo

Brougham St cliff

 

Flats atop the cliff on Victoria St Potts Pt seen from Woolloomooloo below.

This scene also plays a part in the Woolloomooloo triptych

Woolloomooloo Arches

 

Brickwork holding up the houses on Victoria St Potts Pt seen from Butlers Stairs

This is another study for the Woolloomooloo triptych at Weave Hub in McElhone St Woolo, This painting first appeared here

Under Centrepoint

 

From the corner of Park and Castlereagh Sts.

Earlier versions of this are on my blog

Making Climate Great Again

 

Trump on a broomstick

Carpark with Trees

 

Work trucks in the yard next to the Junkyard Gallery.

There are some images of the work in progress here

Newtown Station and the Townie

 

A view from the Hub in Newtown

Tree silhoettes at sunset

 

a view from Mum's backyard in Newcastle

Hairy selfie

Earlier versions are here

Sabrina

 

Sabrina on the couch texting and fidgetting and talking- you can see the work in progress here

Real Estate Agent of Hell

 

Hell has real estate, just like everywhere else(!)

Just ask Mike Baird

Racy Chasy

 

Nude cycling in inner London

nOOOOOO live at the Record Crate

 

From a drawing I did one night at the Record Crate. 

I've got a mural in the beer garden at the Crate, a Rock and Roll Garden of Earthly Delights I painted with Grace Woods

Melting Sea Ice

 

Melting slush washed into intricate swirls by surface currents - based on NASA Worldview imagery

Walled Garden

 

Outside my window in Woolloomooloo

McElhone St construction site

Demolition and excavations into the cliff leave an old mansion stranded in a hole for a while, briefly exposed before a carpark and flats go up. This scene is part of the right hand section of the Woolloomooloo triptych at Weave

Earlier versions of the apinting are on my blog

Lighting Rig

 

Mechanics and the back of the Coroners Court in Arundel St Forest Lodge 

Earlier versions of the painting are on my blog here

McElhone St

 

Another view from the window at Weave when I was doing the Woolloomooloo Tryptych

Junction St

 

Forest Lodge in Sydne, up the lane from my studio, a nice place to sit a paint(and even drink a bit of beer - within walking distance of my fridge 

There are some photos of the work in progress here

Jared Kushner

A mutant according to his wife, herself a member of the fascist Munsters establishing a dictatorship in the USA. This first appeared here

and is also on Political Geometry

Jack and Georgina Metallurgy

 

Jack feeding brass into the crucible of his furnace at the Junkyard Gallery while Georgina looks on, before they poured a mold.  The furnace is an old gas bottle with a door cut and hinged, and lined with ceramic wool, with 2 big gas burners pointed at the crucible inside

This was first published on my blog here

His Masters Briefs

 

Ex PM Clownshoes heads for the despatch table

Bananas at Guy's

 

As well as tobacco, ashtray, turps bottle, flanny, a couple of lemons, 2 apples, and a sapote on the table at Bundagaree 

Pink Scaffold

 

This is a view from outside the motor showroom at the corner of Parramatta Rd and Ross St of a construction site at Sydney Uni, part of their ongoing megalomania. The finished building is so much uglier than the work in progress, 2 interlocked cubic turds of brown glass. It first appeared here

Peter Dutton's lips sewn shut

 

His lips are sealed... 

Dope Island

 

A mirror selfie from a couple of years ago - the room in Woolloomooloo was so hot all the time

Crest Skeleton

 

The frame of the old Crest Hotel in Kings Cross over the roofs of Woolloomooloo and Potts Pt. I did this last year when I was using a room at Weave Hub Community Centre in McElhone St to paint them a Woolloomooloo tryptich

Courthouse from Courthouse

 

Darlinghurst courts from Taylor Square outside the Courthouse hotel. As a work in progress its here

Charles as Delacroix's Sans Culotte

 

A study for a version of Delacroix's Liberty at the Barricades I haven't yet painted for one reason or another

Carpark next door

 

The view from my studio at the Junkyard Gallery, as seen on the name of liberty blog

Cafe Newtown

 

A view from the Hub in Woolloomooloo

Bullets in the Park

 

Some ugly militarist memorabilia/propaganda in Hyde Park

Fence with Bougainvillea

 

McElhone St Woolloomooloo

Badde Manors

Heat Anomaly Map

 

Temperature anomalies in the Arctic, winter 2016-7 sometime

Arctic Sea Ice

Aqueduct

 

A water and sewer aqueduct in Glebe/Annandale

 A grand exclamation and symbol of civic progress in the day, not being surrounded by the smell of your own shit

Nadine Stransen

 

My dear friend Nadine who died under murky, not satisfactorily investigated circumstances in her housing department flat a couple of years ago. Nadine was a warrior for the rights of all, no matter what their identity, even monogenders, and worked (with Norrie) in NSW parliament to expand early discrimination law so it covers everyone - not just straights and gay men. I painted a big archibald entry of Nadine as a lawgiver (which I'll try to dig up a  link to) which was destroyed or lost in the whole mire of official incompetence and don't-give-a-fuck after her death.

I lived and caroused/campaigned at various timeswith Nadine since we were 18 - we went to a national youth conference when Bob Hawke was PM(and were locked out until he was leaving the building - though we did encounter him in the lift weirdly enough). I painted this from a photo Aaron Manhattan  had on his FB page a few months after she died

Always a star, Nadine has become a celebrity in death, - the ABC used this picture to illustrate a 3 page spread on Nadine in this year's 40 year anniversary Sydney Mardi Gras magazine, and the marshal of the Boston Pride march illustrated her story in their official magazine with a pastel of Nadine's they found on my blog googling her. 

This was one of the few artworks of hers that survived, because she'd given it to me, and it  wasn't destroyed by those bozos who the family had asked to give them all the art in the flat