Rainbows in the Basement

The Sacred and the Profane

The dichotomy of the sacred and the profane is not equated to notions of good/evil or strictly defined by the canons of taste. Interpreted in the context of its existance, the grotesque and the sublime are interchangable, the lines of which distinguish them blur as we speak.

To fill the vacuum between the polar opposites of high brow/low brow, haute and basse.

The bane of bad graffiti is salvaged by the picturesque medely of moss, mould, peeling paint and shattered windows - the odd displacement of objects and entities culminates into a symphonious melody that piques and provokes.

To practice such artistic "dualism" is to break through the ritual mind - like a bulldozer

Painting Dorian Gray

Checkered tartan skies, tapestries of rainbows and
Sequin constellations lace a beckoning frothing storm.
Fading into fields of Sicilian brocades, ecclesiastical vestments
And ethereal forests under blankets of silvery incense.
Painted Salvation mountains disintegrate into
Formaldehyde oceans, cellophane fishes and adobe reefs.

When confronted with the silence,
Reply with a haiku,

Singing,
God is beautiful,
Sometimes.

Bloated salmon carcasses float on lavender scented bubble bath rapids,
Splay legged nymphomaniacs bloom from its fertile banks.
Plastic forests with chrome undergrowths
Go up in smoke in the peak of an Australian summer,
Thirsty for the sound of rain like a Stockhausen dreamscape
We thrive in this celestial planet of amorous twilight.

A sweet leitmotif plays on as
Angels play hide and seek,

Singing,
Heaven is a utopian
Ideal.




Auschwitz-Birkenau, Christmas Eve '07




















Photographs taken on various my nomadic escapades.