Augite, 2011
Type C digital print
I’ve made my most recent collage series available in an open edition of small prints for those folks who like my work but cannot afford an editioned print. See my store for details and pricing.
Nicolas and a duck /
Nicolas and a duck
Brooklyn, NY
June 2013
Sometimes at sunset, Manhattan looks just like a dream. This was one of those days. I took this on my phone knowing there was no way to reproduce how spectacular it was, but wanting a record anyway.
Easter /
Brooklyn, NY
March, 2013
This was Easter in New York. I made pancakes and my roommates and I sat on the roof with champagne and looked at Manhattan. All of us are not from here, all of us temporary, some more so than others. We come from Australia, Canada and South Africa. We feel lighter when we look at Manhattan from this far away. Pepper is tiny, so Monique lifted her up so she could see the city.
Home studio /
Home studio
Brooklyn, NY
June 2013
Photo from my Instagram feed
I have just finished a piece for a group show opening in Melbourne this week. If you’re in Melbourne, please take a look. Details here.
Gardens /
Botanical Gardens
New Orleans, LA
February 2013
If I were rich I would have a conservatory full of plants, but I am not rich, so I make do with a trip to the botanical gardens in every city I visit.
The Port of Call /
The Port of Call
New Orleans, LA
February 2013
Back in February, we spent an afternoon sitting at the counter of this tiki themed dive bar. The Port of Call in New Orleans has an aquarium, a bamboo ceiling and walls and a cocktail list full of coconut, papaya and rum, rum, rum. At home in New York it was probably about 10 degrees F in the daytime, which added to the appeal of our lazy afternoon drinking cocktails and sharing a roast potato filled with a volcano of cheese, butter and bacon.
Elizabeth's /
Elizabeth’s
New Orleans, LA
February 2013
If you have never eaten praline bacon before, then you have no right to say you know what heaven tastes like.
Records /
Record store
New Orleans, LA
February 2013
Sometimes my connection with New York City feels barely tangible. I can walk here for hours and not expect anyone to know me. The staff at the local bodega that I visit nearly every day do not recognize me. Why should they, when I am one of millions.
When I moved to America, I purchased a record player. It was a strange decision, since I had not ever owned a record before. But I suppose when I think about it, I moved to this country with two suitcases of clothes and a few small objects to remind me of home. Nothing permanent, nothing that couldn’t be moved in one taxi ride. So it made sense to start amassing records. On their own they are slender and lightweight, but when you lift a stack they are surprisingly heavy. Maybe nothing anchors you more than records and books, and maybe that is why each time I return to my apartment with a new record I feel like I am building my home.
Knickerbocker ave /
Knickerbocker Ave, Bushwick
Brooklyn, NY
June 2013
These are two of my favorite store fronts on Knickerbocker. In fact all of Knickerbocker is an amazing feast of awkward sign writing and well-preserved neon. I can’t decide what I love the most: the kitsch patriotism of Tony’s Heros or the faded glamor of Circo’s pastry shop. Whenever I pass by, I wonder why Tony made the decision to juxtapose a happy frog with a proud American eagle. Maybe the yellow memorial ribbon is a clue, although I believe the yellow ribbon signifies support for America’s troops. Tony, you’re a mystery.