Blood Simple

Once there was a cat who lived a comfortable life in a medium-sized city. Comfort turned into complacency which did not suit the cat's restless nature, nor her personal attitude towards security and its silent dangers. Being astrologically predisposed to temptation, the cat suddenly decided to leave behind all that she knew for a grand (though somewhat ill-planned) adventure which involved much that was amazing, beautiful, frightening and at times dangerous.
She learned not to wander alone at 3am on the wrong side of town. To stay out of Brixton. To eat raw green chillies like it's nobody's business. To speak another language. She learned that tradies are a crass bunch no matter what country one is in. That alcohol can turn people of all ethnicities into lecherous fools. That it is possible to go months without smoking pot. She developed a taste for foreign foods. She made new friends and achingly missed the ones she'd left behind. The cat emerged relatively unscathed from her many wanderings with a head full of perspective and a heart heavy with nostalgia.
She is currently perched on the Tree of Peace and Chaos being petted by the Branch of Limbo.

Goodbye Captain Beefheart

Dropout Boogie RULES and I just love milk. Full cream, chocolate, strawberry, coconut, sweetened condensed...I digress. R.I.P Captain Beefheart.

Grief Pit

Bail

Drew this recently over a course of ICU hospital visits. October '10. Biro, scummy notebook & crayons

Cold water extraction

....is a great way to remove liver endangering analgesics when concocting opiate potions.

via this site

This skirt by Karla Spetic makes me homesick. Reminds me of road trips from Brisbane to Sydney with excellent tunes, endless spliffs and stolen No Doz courtesy of brazen best friends. It's a great skirt, ace print. I'd never wear it though, too sprucey

Sullen Lapdance

Sometimes when stoned I draw silly things

Transgender racoon superhero? Turn the page and
his arms become teeth extensions

Horatio weeps rainbow tears because many people tease him about
his mouth-limb situation & dumb rodent hat.

Creature scribble

Mute crush

Brisbane '09

Numero uno: for Helena

Scummy notebook scans; concocted during an alfoil haze in Berlin, July '10. The brief time spent there seems a little fictional in retrospect - an alcoholic pot dealer admonishes for a badly rolled rollie: "Zat is no cigarette for a dark angel to smoke, let me be your hero." Abandoned spy towers where opera singers take advantage of the acoustics in the motherdome. Cycling. Mauerpark and vestiges of the Wall. Outdoor karaoke w thousands of spectators. Massive punk squats. Turkish men sweating in the kitchen, there is a language barrier but mutual hammerish interests. "No dogs no Gods and no Burzum tshirts." Hot chips w mayo. Summer love affair. Goth club. Great friends. Cheap beer. One weekend we jumped a train headed for the Black Forest but overslept and woke up in The Netherlands

Kreuzberg Dawn