The Chip (C’mon mate!)
C’Mon! Maaaate. share the fucking chip. Maaattte!!! MAAAAAAATTTTTTE!!!
Available framed or unframed, all unique states include gold leaf. All editions are archively printed on canvas and sealed.
Free & insured shipping within Australia.
C’Mon! Maaaate. share the fucking chip. Maaattte!!! MAAAAAAATTTTTTE!!!
Available framed or unframed, all unique states include gold leaf. All editions are archively printed on canvas and sealed.
Free & insured shipping within Australia.
C’Mon! Maaaate. share the fucking chip. Maaattte!!! MAAAAAAATTTTTTE!!!
Available framed or unframed, all unique states include gold leaf. All editions are archively printed on canvas and sealed.
Free & insured shipping within Australia.
Seagulls. Typical Aussie hooligans. They posture, they fight, they loudly assert their authority puffing out their chests and giving their peers what for. They have massive egos and are not shy about letting the world know. (I did say seagulls, not Aussie blokes). Noisy and imposing, ever present on every Aussie beach holiday ever, what would our childhood holiday nostalgia be were it not accompanied by the soundtrack of the squawking of a scavenge of seagulls trying their darnedest to steal your chips on the beach.
Everything i do and see every day translates to art in a tiny space in my brain. The vision, the seed, the moment waits there, burrowing deeper and gathering substance like a tiny magnet attracting relevant inspiration and repelling what doesn’t stick. Then one day I birth a fully formed body of work and the brain womb is left fertile and lush and ready to grow the next, and the next and the next.
‘The Chip’ was conceived and began its gestation 15 years ago on a freezing beach in Augusta whilst my son and I were doing one of my favourite things. feeding our chips to the seagulls.