This photo was only captured for the memory of the night... what happened that night after this shot is known by anyone but us!
Recently I have been thinking about focusing my paintings on underground city life in Sydney. As opposed to the focus on bourgeois society of the classical paintings, I am simply interested the ones that who grew up in the streets, the ones who gets drunk with a slice of bread, the ones who fight, the ones who piss the traffic off, the ones make love in the middle of the day, the ones who throw up on the street, the ones who wake up in middle of nowhere, the ones who scream, the ones who bite, the ones who fart, the ones who make peace and fuck, the ones who gets high, the ones who wont get scared when faced with a gun, the ones who use the gun, the ones who get the feeling of a cold steel bar...
no more Madonna painting with the baby Christ, it is now the time to paint the outcast lovechild of a prostitute..
