Deja vu

This is a promotional image for the National Portrait Gallery’s exhibition Headspace Nine, which just finished on November 15.  I only got around to seeing the show on its last day and was surprised by this beautiful graphic, reproduced on the exhibition flyers and available as a free poster (printed on a really yummy heavy-weight matt paper).

I guess some artists find it troubling when they discover striking similarities to their own work. But personally, I relish such moments of synchronicity.  And of course, my work has plenty of precedents too.

I only wish the designer had been credited. If anyone knows, please leave me a comment.

Art at the kitchen table

I do have a studio. And it’s a reasonable size.  It has a high ceiling, two good expanses of wall and lots of natural light. But basically it’s a reclaimed shed – I was going to say renovated, but that would imply a degree of completion which is in reality a long, long way off.

My studio is cold and draughty in winter and unbearably hot in the summer. There are gaps in the walls where dirt and leaves blow in, holes in the roof through which the rain drips, and a poorly sealed floor that has resulted in a sinister black mould that creeps from the secondhand carpet up into the plasterboard. There is a resident possum in one corner cavity and a noisy nest of Indian Mynahs in another. There are Spiders.  Ants.  Mice.  Mosquitoes.  And a few hundred or so flies.

It’s no wonder, then, that I end up at the kitchen table: