TAILS.

There's not much in Malmsbury. Even less when you've lost your one (and only) wallet (within 10 minutes of arriving), and your only phone is out of credit.
The shops are closed.
The motel owner's out of town.
The buildings are run down.
We're in the rain/hail.
Out of food/luck.
No hot water.
Just a heater (thank fuck).
Tails we stay, heads, we go.
The coin always knows.

CRITIQUE

Being critical used to be one of my strengths.
Arguably, it turned into a weakness.
Now it seems to be a constant exploration. A search for the meaning of 'quality'. A hang-up under examination instead of an active tool in self-rejection.

My work has turned from a desperate outward search for something to identify with, something to label as my own, to an inward looking process of analysis and self-reflection. I'm not a huge fan of work that is intensely personal to the point where it is completely self-indulgent, but I guess that's part of what art is, at the end of the day.

This was my set up for assessment, where I officially invite external criticism to my work around criticism. A set-up for rejection.

SUCCESS.

A couple of weeks ago I was in a show with the 8 other 3rd year drawing students in the student gallery of the VCA.

We decided to call the show SUCCESS.

The title worked nicely in context with my piece, which was based primarily on self-doubt and failure. (Yes, the title is a joke)

This was my piece in the show...