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Breakfast alien - Acrylic on Canvas 120cm x 90cm

A teenager, tired and angry, pouring himself a bowl of bland Measly Pops breakfast cereal, when a little plastic space toy falls from the pack. A meaningless junk premium from the cereal corporation. "What the fuck is this?" is all he asks before chowing down on the bland, yet crunchy cereal.

Nick Nork and the pork-carving Stork - Acrylic on Canvas 120cm x 90cm

I sat around for a week and a half waiting to leave Bangalore. I had time to kill. I wrote a story that has one of those Dr. Suess tempos to it. It's called The Tale of Nick Nork, and its about this guy who goes out on a walk and meets a stork who's a dork, serving pork, with a fork etc etc. This is what they looked like. How I distracted myself in the days before finally leaving Bangalore. How i stayed sane and intact.

The Bullfighter's Testicle - Acrylic on Canvas 120cm x 90cm

A tribute to this gruesome Spanish bloodsport, where rarely, the animal wins. This is the Death Bull, that despite victoriously removing the bullfighter's testicle, in a fair fight, is now marked down as dead. But for now, it's Bull 1. Stupidity 0.

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Chaos. Stupidity. Luck. 

Ad agency senior management meeting. Acrylic on Canvas 90cm x 120cm

The purple goblins of the ad agency, gathered around the buggery pole, complete with burning tire, in a magic clearing in the mythical emerald forest. Wankers. They've just milked the last quarter's profits and are enjoying a fatted feast of pork and wine followed by a big bag of cocaine. No one else gets invited, so things get a bit spurious.

Authority - Acrylic on Canvas 90cm x 120cm

Like an Aesop's fable, this painting could be called 'the Chillum and the Match'. It's to remind those belligerent authority types that in reality they are little more than a stinking smoky dope pipe, ranting away at a matchstick. This painting would be most suitable for the smoking lounge in a five star hotel where all too often the conversations are gloated and more often than not, utterly boring.

Bad Neighborhood - Acrylic on Canvas 120cm x 90cm

Saturday night, sometime back in 1971. Some guy walks out of The Colonel's with his bucket of heavily fried chicken. A VW Kombi waits in the car park. A V8 Cougar rolls down the strip. A very ordinary scene, reduced down to the scale of a Hot Wheels set. I was there. This was my neighborhood as a kid.

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Shark - Acrylic on Canvas 120cm x 90cm

A fish that demands some respect, so I don't eat them. I just leave them alone. Only if you're unlucky will they eat you, but statistically that's pretty unlikely to happen. You have more chance of being killed by an explosion in a fireworks factory than being eaten alive by a shark. This one's a Mako. A fast, deep water fish that's always hungry.

Ant with Milk Bottle - Acrylic on Canvas 120cm x 90cm

Every Australian knows what a Milk Bottle is. For those of you that don't, it's a soft sweet candy, extruded and molded into the shape of a milk bottle. It's texture is glutinous smooth and thick, like condensed milk from the tube, only much slower. Full of milky goodness. I once saw an ant trying to carry off a milk bottle candy. It was pathetic. It must have weighed about 100 times its weight and was all sticky and glued to the pavement. Yet the ant persisted, like a stupid little tiny machine. 

Ant in Bubblegum - Acrylic on Canvas 120cm x 90cm

Ants pick up anything they can carry. This one thought he was clever attempting to bring a blob of bubblegum back to the nest. The more he tried to get in position to lift it, the more he became entombed in a sticky pink nebulous glob. This is what greed can look like.  And, for an ant, this is a horrible death. 

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Landing NASA Pathfinder - Acrylic on Canvas 120cm x 90cm

What if HG Wells was right, and Mars was inhabited by an intelligence vastly superior to our own. What would they think of the long, drawn-out landing of the bouncing NASA Pathfinder? They'd probably get really bored, very quickly and blast it with their heat ray.

Encounter on the Ice - Acrylic on Canvas 120cm x 90cm

Before launching an invasion, the martians will send out recon units to every corner of the earth. Here, a martian tripod watches on as Soviet submarine watches it. The martian would probably just blast the submarine with its heat ray and the Soviet navy would keep it secret, claiming the sub went down after a collision with an iceberg.

Exploration of the Moon - Acrylic on Canvas 120cm x 90cm

If Mars was inhabited by an intelligence vastly superior to ours, it would make sense that they will already be on our moon. In this painting a martian tripod has been woken up by the arrival of man, pissed off and cranky, after a long lazy sleep in a lunar crater.

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Water Tap - Acrylic on Canvas 90cm x 120cm

I have no idea really, why i sketched this out in the first place. But i liked the sketch so i did a canvas. The canvas turned out better than the sketch. It's a water tap with some level of intelligence, despite appearing otherwise.

The Multi-tasker - Acrylic on Canvas 90cm x 120cm

The anti- cyclops. Today's new generation of myopically optimistic, enthusiastically compulsive, computer geeky. They throw around acronyms like 'IT, CEO, IPO as if they mean something. They're so clever... and can do so much. This one has a button to press.

Martian Octopoid - Acrylic on Canvas 90cm x 120cm

This could one of the occupants of the Martian tripods from War of the Worlds. A strange Martian octopoid, not much different from an Earthly octopus, but with a removed indifference, and infinitely more intelligence than us. To him, we are just ants. Big soft ants. That are easy to kill with a heat ray.

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Industrial Strength Vacuum Cleaner - Acrylic on Canvas 90cm x 120cm

I like re-designing objects, then anthro-morphising them and giving them some level of intelligence. I like the idea of machines that dont require human operators. This is a heavy duty vacuum cleaner that operates autonomously, crawling around looking for random garbage to suck up and digest.

Automatic Pool Cleaner - Acrylic on Canvas 120cm x 90cm

Another anthro-morphised object. This is one of those Kreepy Krawly's that automatically clean swimming pools by themselves. Feeling their way along, sucking the scum off the bottom and sides of the pool, as if it has autonomous mechanical intelligence. A manufactured, blue plastic, aquatic lifeform.

Apollo 8 - Acrylic on Canvas 120cm x 90cm

I remember the simplicity of being a little kid in the late 60's when the space race was on. I remember the naiive animated TV graphics they used to describe the missions. And how the moon always seemed to sort of look back at us. From the TV. This was man's first close look at the moon in 1968. It was also the moon's first close look at man.

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Autonomy. Mechanical Intelligence. Invasion.

Invasion. A Tribute to HG Wells- Acrylic on Canvas 90cm x 120cm

When Orson Wells did the infamous radio broadcast, in the 1930's, New York went into panic, thinking the water towers were the invading tripods. This is my take on HG Wells' tripods. An invasion, by a race of deadly mechanical machines with vastly more intelligence than us.

Mechanical evil eye- Acrylic on Canvas 90cm x 120cm

Evil eyes are used in many cultures to ward off evil spirits. I painted this one for the kids bedroom, to watch over them as they sleep, keeping an ever-watching eye on any evil in the room.

Organic evil eye- Acrylic on Canvas 90cm x 120cm

This is the partner for Mechanical evil eye. An omni-present stare from an organic life-form that is half flower, half meat sausage.