Tuesday, October 11, 2016


Eiren Judge
Charcoal on 220gsm Dessin // A3
It was his last day in Kings Cross, before heading home to the small-smoke of Adelaide. After weeks of intensive film workshops, working on sets with the likes of Jacky Chan, it was time to say goodbye to the big-smoke that is Sydney and return home to the unknown next chapter of his life and career as a budding artist/ film maker.

 Sitting in the side street café, I drew as we drank green juice and mused about family and the fast-paced disorientation of big city life. Forming friendships in such a transient city can be a strain, so the presence of a face with familiarity and home-town warmth is a treasure.

I will miss having this lanky, long-necked, sincere bohéme on my side of the fence; and I wish all-the-well that this marvellous man deserves.

Pope Francis MMXVI

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Monday, September 14, 2015

Real-Life Drawing // Mother-Dearest // A3

Charcoal on 220gsm Dessin // A3

Recently I spent some time in my home city of Adelaide, South Australia, visiting family and friends. The time I spent with family was simple and special. The sensory experience of steam rising from meat and three-veg love-cooked dinners, heirloom table-clothes, special-occasion cutlery and metronome  meal-time conversations played out like the liturgy of a traditional Catholic mass. In some ways returning to this little domestic ritual encompasses well the visit home, returning to that microcosm whence-we-came, that source of self-identity that no matter how far you travel or how many new Facebook friends you have, will (for many) always constitute the fundamental-fabric of one's existence. It is a real loss that many in the modern family of internet and individuality miss out on this primary experience, rather opting for facing-away (toward a screen) than facing-toward each other (around a table). After all, when we face each other, particularly those we do not choose, that is, our family, we are ultimately facing our-selves.  

One person whom I did not choose but (in a way) chose me was my mother. What a privilege to draw my dear-mother in her favorite-chair at her favorite-table. I've spent many-a-night contemplating the thing-in-itself of mum's sitting at that very place, deep in thought. The table is her domestic altar, the table of communion with family, with herself. After every meal, she sits and contemplates, eyes closed, as if in quiet adoration at what has just taken place. I love that precious woman, the once-cradle of my being, and I thank God for this opportunity to draw her in this sacred-state. 


Monday, August 17, 2015

Real-Life Drawings // A3

 The Broken Hand
The Jazz Night

The Lunchtime Gathering
A3 // Charcoal on Dessin 220 gsm Drawing Paper