Don't judge a cover by its book.

Titles are something that fascinates me. Perhaps it's a sign of laziness but I sometimes prefer to name art and projects rather than produce them. So although I am not a member of any band or currently perform or record music, I've already given my second album the title 'God sleeps better naked'. My next novel [which I have no intention to write] is entitled 'The hand that strokes the kidney'. I also tend to like the titles of books and films based only on their titles, 'The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension' being a case in point.

So with that I mind, recently I've using books and their titles as the starting point for a series of drawings. Using books from op-shops and second hand bookstores I make drawings on their covers based on their titles. Below are 'The Snow People' and The Black Spectacles'. I've got a whole stack that I'm working through so look forward to 'Approaching Priests', 'BABIES NEED BOOKS' and my favorite 'Future Youth: How to reverse the aging process'.

Little Shop

Poster I finished recently for the Altona City theatre. Looks like its going to be a great show, check it out here.

Together and Alone

Long ago in the swirling mists of time, back in a era that the ancients would later call February, my girlfriend and I put on an exhibitionat Arthur Gallery in Ballarat. It was a great success, we had a lot of fun and people asked us many questions about our collaborative pieces, I also ate my weight in cheese and wine. Now all these years later I've finally put together a record of those heady days here, enjoy.

Melbourne International Comedy Festival

Over the last few months I've between working on a duo exhibition I've also been making posters for a few very talented individuals.

Undistinguished. Jokes, stories, first hand research. Alasdair Tremblay-Birchall has had an interesting year. Having quit his job, owned a car for eight days and invested heavily in uranium mining, Al took the next logical step and started recording people laughing.

A man emerges from an endless desert. Clutched in his hand, a map. It charts a world of monsters, fear and wonder. You ask the name of this fantastical otherland but he has already slipped away. Nonplussed, you go see a sketch show about toner shortages and embarrassing relatives... that show isn't Wing Attack! with Alasdair Tremblay-Birchall and Andy Matthews.

Archibald Wheeler knows two things: He famously dacked Adolf Hitler in '42, and his son is a muppet. In Whets the Whistle, Archie spins his finest stories, some of which even he believes. A character-laden, song-fuelled sketch of the modern world through the eyes of a slightly deluded digger.

Sketch

Sketch dump

Volcano man