Going through my plan drawers,
A Selection

For all the consideration of the liveliness of each figure in the bowl sculptures, often the figures are reduced to pattern and  become subjugated.

The Archibald Prize from my perspective represents the challenge to keep the genre of portraiture alive.

You can only leave stuff out once the weight of excess has left you bruised and confused. I came at this work relishing the prospect of finishing the work as soon as possible after beginning it.

The Story came to me from realising the tree had not fallen from the cliff but had been excreted from the belly of the wall …

Matthew's Tumber's brush, once wet with paint is dry now. The paint and the brush are one integrated object. The brush has painted itself painting.

I will digress from my specific considerations about The Sydney School of Sculpture briefly, to consider the nature and layout of the blog which favours the present most recent posts as the most pressing posts to read.

A Response to John McDonald's Article in The Sydney Morning Herald on 5th February, 2014

S H Ervin Gallery Observatory Hill – from 28 January 2014

Employing New Materials
We think of a bridge as a device required for crossing a space.

Mangos don't bring the sense of delight they used to bring.

The title of the blog is The Sydney School of Sculpture. My task was to establish what that was and in so doing reinforce it, in order to make it more real, more understood and perhaps more appreciated.

John Peart was a close friend for thirty years. He died recently. I wanted to present a tribute to him at The National Art School's celebration of his life, but could not quite find the courage  on the day.

These are the lyrics to one of the songs currently under construction with Terrible Music.

The Breach is the last of the bowl sculptures …

Understanding where we are helps us understand who we are. There is no scope for culture without that understanding. These notes were made in relation to the recent fires in The Blue Mountains.

At the Sculpture by The Sea party last Thursday, I encountered the usual difficulty of talking and listening in a room which allows for conversation to be backgrounded by the surrounding commotion.

To the citizens of Cooma
Unpublished Letter to The Cooma-Monaro Express

Let us for now, imagine that the Sydney School of Sculpture is defined by the sculptors who grew out of the National Art School from around 1970 until the present.

Manifesto and Lyrics for Inaugural Performance of Terrible Music at The MCA Friday 26 April 2013