I am a distractible type, so I must keep my desk clear of anything other than the work in front of me … and a bust of Mercury.
Another still life after Chardin. I believe he worked from home too.
As Melbourne gets more crowded, stressed and swollen, it is a consolation to remember there is a community of women who live a simple, largely silent, and contemplative life in the middle of it all. If you look left at the front gate of the Carmelite Monastery in Kew you can just about see the CBD, but if you walk through that gate you enter a place dedicated to quietness since 1922.
I understand one of the early nuns was trained in chemistry, so the Monastery produces its own skin care and perfume range, “Monastique”. Rather magnificently, they also produce talcum powder for men called “Cardinal”.
This is the Monastery from the front gate.
A painting from one of Eadward Muybridge’s kooky photo sequences, in which he immortalised a group of nude ectomorphs going about their business in the hot California sun.
Facing a competent speed bowler on a fast cricket pitch can be a truly terrifying experience. I cannot imagine how much more terrifying it would be to do it in the nude.
Some crabs in the front window of a seafood restaurant in Little Bourke Street. Each of them waiting in the green bubbly gloaming for a diner to pick them out to be boiled to death.
I am told crabs do not feel pain. I surely hope that is true.
I quite liked the initial underpainting for this one.
Doomed
Phil McAloon's paintings 