Sam Antonio of Melbourne, Australia.
Walking through Birrarung Marr Park in Melbourne, Sam was admiring a tree with a slightly older man. The two of them stopped me in my tracks, questioning me about the age of the tree pictured. They insisted I smell their incense, we talked of worldly matters, and I was on my way. Sam text me a few days afterwards, at 1:30am, stating his appreciation for this blog, demanding I mention his “insatiable love for asian women” in his blurb, and accompany this statement with his phone number and an alter ego name of “Sami Miami”. You’re not getting his number, but if you’re a psychedelic aficionado like Sam, you can find him working in the popular Lentil As Anything ‘pay-what-you-want’ veggie restaurant in Melbourne.
And at last its here! The Minimammal Project!
Special thanks to TMU ;)
Cover photo for Factory
WATCH THIS IN THE DARK WITH THE VOLUME UP HIGH
Short film about the abandoned collingwood silos.
more details in the vimeo description.
When you breathe you are not alone, you share this breath, this moment, with everyone else. Those that you love are breathing. Those that are far away are breathing. Those who have hurt you and you have hurt are breathing too.
These small scale sculptures represent a person’s breath of life. Breath is the one thing that subconsciously connects us all together.
This is a photo Alex entered into a competition of my alter-ego ‘The Rave Kitten’ taken in an abandoned building.
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[Umm…titled] 2012 - Misklectic Collection
Spray paint, Acrylic on Vinyl.
I’d like to say this artwork was the by-product of some cosmic, life-changing experience where I was catapulted from my physical body, propelled forward through space, gaining momentum until I passed the last visible light source, then suddenly turned to see that a goddess appeared before me, throwing animated four-dimensional objects into space, finally turning to me and only saying ‘Do not submit to titillation’ when the only thing I could do was stare at her chest.
I’d like to say that but the truth is… there is no meaning.