So Stupid It Could Be Genius

Veiled Medusa

2012-01-29T16:19:00.001+13:00

Occasionally Updated Photogrpahs

2012-01-26T02:19:00.000+13:00

Flickr page.

Currently full of South East Asia and probly will be for a while.

The Bears Are Not What They Seem

2012-01-25T23:37:00.001+13:00

Painted found object
11x19x8cm

One Painting from South East Asia

2012-01-22T22:16:00.003+13:00

Acrylic and oil pastel on rice paper salvaged from a used Loi Krathong lantern.
48x58cm

Ghostly

2011-05-19T10:07:00.002+12:00

Paperwork/Skullworks

2011-03-17T17:37:00.000+13:00

Babel

2010-11-11T12:05:00.002+13:00

In the Shadow of the Horns

2010-11-11T11:59:00.000+13:00

No shit.

2010-10-28T16:24:00.000+13:00

Justin Jade Morgan's Top Five emerging artists, Artist's Alliance newsletter 'Arts All' issue 100, Spring 2010.

Stop (drawing-a-day 31)

2010-08-03T12:22:00.002+12:00

Monster Robot (drawing-a-day 30)

2010-08-03T12:19:00.002+12:00

Novus Ordo Monday (drawing-a-day 29)

2010-07-30T13:18:00.000+12:00

... (drawing-a-day 28)

2010-07-30T13:14:00.000+12:00

Repeater (drawing-a-day 27)

2010-07-30T13:10:00.002+12:00

Hollowood Hills (drawing-a-day 26)

2010-07-30T13:05:00.000+12:00

IDKFA (drawing-a-day 25)

2010-07-30T13:02:00.002+12:00

The Riddle of Steel (drawing-a-day 24)

2010-07-30T12:57:00.002+12:00

DNAoverpass (drawing-a-day 23)

2010-07-30T12:54:00.000+12:00

Skeletons Always Give You a Smile (drawing-a-day 22)

2010-07-23T09:30:00.001+12:00

Gunslinger (drawing-a-day 21)

2010-07-22T13:39:00.000+12:00

24 HOURS (drawing-a-day 20)

2010-07-20T14:16:00.002+12:00

XERF-AM 1963 (drawing-a-day 19)

2010-07-20T14:14:00.000+12:00

Cranky Messiah (drawing-a-day 18)

2010-07-19T12:48:00.002+12:00

Neon Meate Dream of a Octagoat (drawing-a-day 17)

2010-07-19T12:44:00.002+12:00

Some Sort of Monster (drawing-a-day 16)

2010-07-19T12:37:00.000+12:00

Zombie?Fuck! @ Fredstock 2009

2010-07-16T09:48:00.002+12:00

Videoed by Dan Beban (I think).
No idea what the song is.

Dre, Eazy, Cube, Ren, Yella, & Me (drawing-a-day 15)

2010-07-16T09:42:00.000+12:00

Priestess of Mars (drawing-a-day 14)

2010-07-15T12:38:00.003+12:00

With Paws Raised (drawing-a-day 13)

2010-07-15T12:36:00.000+12:00

Illuminated by Science (drawing-a-day 12)

2010-07-15T12:32:00.000+12:00

Chumps, Champs, and Chimps (drawing-a-day 11)

2010-07-15T12:22:00.001+12:00

Pine (drawing-a-day 10)

2010-07-15T11:47:00.000+12:00

Schlitzie (drawing-a-day 9)

2010-07-15T11:40:00.001+12:00

Medusa, Queen of the Inhumans (drawing-a-day 8)

2010-07-09T10:19:00.001+12:00

Dulce Base (drawing-a-day 7)

2010-07-09T10:06:00.000+12:00

That Man's Head is on Fire Again (drawing-a-day 6)

2010-07-06T13:30:00.000+12:00

Regent (drawing-a-day 5)

2010-07-05T14:16:00.000+12:00

Worldserpent (drawing-a-day 4)

2010-07-05T10:10:00.002+12:00

The Vampire That Lives Down the Street (drawing-a-day 3)

2010-07-05T09:25:00.000+12:00

Life During Wartime (drawing-a-day 2)

2010-07-02T13:41:00.001+12:00

Mad Monk (drawing-a-day 1)

2010-07-01T14:54:00.002+12:00

The Aim

2010-06-17T10:05:00.002+12:00

Ghostie

2010-05-17T14:26:00.004+12:00

Skullpile

2010-05-17T14:26:00.000+12:00

Betty and Barney Hill

2010-05-03T10:47:00.000+12:00

Heaven on Earth is Always a Beguiling Prospect

2010-04-27T11:47:00.003+12:00

Zombie?Fuck! at Chicks Hotel, Port Chalmers, 31.10.09

2010-04-27T11:31:00.001+12:00

Debutante at Deathstar Disco
Video'd by Kat.

Zombie?Fuck! - Debutante from brendan philip on Vimeo.

CIA Man. Fucking-A, man.

2010-04-19T10:33:00.004+12:00

Administrator

2010-04-19T10:32:00.003+12:00

Olderskull

2010-04-19T10:31:00.004+12:00

Goat Goat

2010-04-19T10:30:00.003+12:00

It's Bad Luck to Kill a Wizard

2010-04-16T11:12:00.000+12:00

Cover of the 'zine that eventuated from the Drawing a Day project.
Voted 2nd "Best in Fest" at Wellington Zine Fest 2009.
Each cover features an individually hand-drawn Wizard.

June 6, 1944

2010-04-16T10:39:00.001+12:00

Small Ghost Mask

2010-04-13T11:57:00.004+12:00

From the Dowling Street Project Retrospective Show,
Dowling Street Project, Dunedin.
20-28 March 2010.

3-eyed deerlady.

2010-04-12T09:37:00.003+12:00

Always a Smile.

2010-04-09T10:52:00.003+12:00

Jokes

2010-04-01T15:00:00.007+13:00

A What.

2010-04-01T15:00:00.006+13:00

Mes Yeux

2010-04-01T14:59:00.002+13:00

Enfant

2010-04-01T14:57:00.003+13:00

UBIK

2010-04-01T14:49:00.004+13:00

Scribbles

2010-04-01T14:46:00.007+13:00

Acornhead

Maps

Oldskull

Tyrant King

Walken's Syndrome

Danger! Mark E. Smith.

2010-04-01T14:24:00.002+13:00

Dino Saws

2010-03-30T13:35:00.002+13:00

From the 'Felt It' exhibtion at ROAR Gallery 4-20 Feb, 2010.

The Chosen Few

2010-03-30T12:16:00.003+13:00

From the 'Nitemare Folk Art' show.

Drawing a Day

2009-11-17T19:46:00.005+13:00

A borrowed idea: 1 drawing per day for the month of September posted on Facebook. Hilarity ensued.

The Horned Beast

2009-10-18T15:35:00.000+13:00

Crow for a Day

2009-10-18T15:34:00.003+13:00

The Livng Dead

2009-10-18T15:33:00.003+13:00

Malo

2009-10-06T23:49:00.003+13:00

Frankenstein Conquers the World

2009-10-06T23:41:00.003+13:00

Nitemare Folk Art

2009-10-06T20:49:00.006+13:00

New Work
12 - 23 October
Snapshot Gallery,
206 The Parade,
Island Bay.

Opening: 12 Oct, 6pm.

CD art for 'Fax the Root'

2009-09-26T18:51:00.002+12:00

3 CD compilation from Root Don Lonie for Cash. Buy two and give one to someone you want to root.

Don Lonie

2009-09-26T18:48:00.001+12:00

sketchbook scratchings

2009-07-12T19:17:00.001+12:00

Peeps

2009-06-15T18:29:00.007+12:00

Kiri and Emma

Beth

Nick

Emma

There Was This Little Psychopath

2009-06-04T20:15:00.001+12:00

There was this little psychopath at my primary school who got into stabbing people with sharp pencils. He wanted to kill everyone with lead poisoning.

His idea was that the little sharp bits of pencil lead would get stuck in your skin and sink through your flesh into your bloodstream. There it would slowly seep through your body turning each cell it met into lead. Sure as smoking cures cancer, your body would become heavier and heavier, turning to soft metal from the inside out. Eventually you'd be to heavy to keep moving and you would stop. Frozen in place as the lead crept its way back out through your skin and this boy's world became populated with lifeless grey statues.

What actually happened was you'd get these little tattooed dots that would last for ever. I have mine right here in the fleshy part between my thumb and my hand.

Around the same time he painted all the flowers in front of his house black to convince people that his mum was a witch.

Or maybe it was me who did that.

Needlessly Vague Photographs of Light

2009-05-18T21:24:00.004+12:00

Playlist for Entertaining The Aesthetics

2009-05-17T05:21:00.002+12:00

Burzum - Erblicket die Töchter des Firmaments
GZA - Gold
Saint Vitus - Dying Inside
Roky Erickson - Song to Abe Lincon
Camper Van Beethoven - Come on Darkness
Robert Johnson - Love in Vain
Tom Waits - Walk Away
Leadbelly - Where Did you Sleep Last Night
Dominic Chianese - Core 'ngrato
The Germs - The Other Newest One
The Pogues - Rake at the Gates of Hell
Rezso Seress - Gloomy Sunday
Roxy Music - In Every Dreamhome a Heartache
Hank Williams - I Just Don't Like the Way that I Live
Elvis Costello - Less Than Zero
A Hawk and a Hacksaw - Europa
Skip James - Devil Got My Woman
Earth - Tallahassee
Mischa Maisky - Suite No. 2 for Solo Cello in D Minor (Prelude)
Nocturnal Projections - Walk a Straight Line
Black Sabbath - Planet Caravan
Daniel Johnston - Don't Play Cards with Satan
CowboyJunkies - Me and the Devil Blues
Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down
Dadafon - Slow Day

bustedhandblues

2009-05-03T16:42:00.004+12:00

Louis Armstrong

Rory Storm

Fresh Hell

2009-04-25T15:21:00.003+12:00

Daleks

2009-04-25T13:29:00.003+12:00

4th night of 4 hours sleep 4AM drawing

2009-04-24T18:26:00.005+12:00

444 Number of the Beast

Thus spake the fortune cookie...

2009-04-23T22:50:00.008+12:00

(lost fortunes of Southpaw Voodoo)

Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.
Perhaps not Christ-like, but Jesusesque.
Self interest is the only interest.
Cross your heart and hope to die
One bullet in the right place.
What fresh Hell is this?
Withdrawing in disgust is not the same as apathy.
'Nihilist' is something that other people call you.
Patti Hearst: the charismatic allure of the outlaw.
Que el cielo exista, aunque mi lugar sea el infierno.
The original is unfaithful to the translation.
Always remember where you last saw the Devil.
You are exactly where I want you to be.
A simple action. Constantly repeated.
If it's not done at the last minute it doesn't get done.
If you lived here, you'd be home by now.
Circle the wagons.
Consider the thermodynamic properties of money.
In Heaven. Everything is fine.
KOTODAMA
Paradise is reserved for those who build paradise.
Does humour belong in Art?
Cyanide. Now there's an antidepressant.
You can't make great music eating instant ramen.
Art=transformative. Rock'n'roll=redemptive.
As soon as I get out of here, I'm going places.
Enable godmode.
Fuck it.
Madness shared is madness doubled.
Don't throw the punches, just roll with them.
Regretting it later depends on there being a later.
Good news sleeps till noon.
May this sentiment strike you as genuine.
Let’s hope the notes are legible.
Once more with spirit.
Lights: holes in the dark.
Cheap wine can be enough, sometimes.
Laziness: a justification not an excuse.
Just because you fucking can.
It’s my grave. I'll dig it if I want to.
Grey sky rain slick red brick.
It could be more fun than we give it credit for.
Verse Chorus Verse
The enemy gets restless sometimes.
Punk is dead.
Officially it didn’t exist. And therefore wasn’t on any maps.
The dreams you forget are the premonition ones.
Just about anything could work right now.
Look for the hidden hand in all things.
Devotion could always use a little more sacrament.
Some are desiring to become mythologies. And why not?
Taking things too far will never get you anywhere.
Expect retribution.
Possibly divine.
Ghosts don’t want to come back.
Who are you trying to fool?
Love is an organizational nightmare.
Abandon here all ye who enter hope.
Just because it’s a good a place doesn’t mean it’s the only place.
Cut it in half and have two of them.
Let them drink Drāno if they can’t take a joke.
History is a poor art to use as a base for experience.
The same thing in another direction is new.
Urgent action is proscribed.
Get drunk on the fermented juices of forbidden fruit.
Accept no rule of terror.
The Captain goes down with the ship.

Southpaw Voodoo is dead.

2009-03-05T00:19:00.003+13:00

Long live Southpaw Voodoo.

Southpaw Voodoo

2009-02-15T22:55:00.003+13:00

Fortune Cookies

2009-02-13T21:41:00.002+13:00

To do this craft project you will need:

the whites of 3 eggs
50g of butter or some analogue thereof (melted)
half a cup of icing sugar
half a cup of flour
a collection of cosmological witticisms on appropriately sized bits of paper

Preheat oven to 180C.
Beat egg whites until just frothy
Add butter or analogue thereof and icing sugar, stirring until the mixture is smooth
Add flour and keep stirring
When done stirring allow the mixture to sit for 15 minutes.
Pour 1 1/2 teaspoon circles onto a baking tray and bake until they're starting to brown at the edges (around 5 minutes)
Peel off the tray, place the fortune in the middle, fold in half then fold in half again.
Pop 'em into a shot glass or egg cup or similar to hold the shape while they cool.

Note: Although this recipe is neither vegan or gluten free those with specialised dietary requirements are invited to recognise that consumption of the cookie is not a prerequisite of receiving the beneficial advice of the oracle.

group show action at DAF106

2009-02-04T22:27:00.007+13:00

DAF106 and menn-0-matic present:
EGO: The Musician as Artist.

17.02.09 - 01.03.09

DAF106: 106 Aro St, Wellington.
http://www.myspace.com/egoexhibition
http://www.myspace.com/daf106

featuring....

Señor B

"I always forget the good bits and loose the citations but I'm sure that I read somewhere that Patti Smith said that the three greatest art forms are sculpture, housework, and rock and roll. I don't claim to know too much about that sort of thing but it sounds like it could work."

mark yr calendars

2009-02-02T23:30:00.004+13:00

http://www.spacething.co.nz/

New Paintings

2009-02-02T23:15:00.003+13:00

Evil

Borges

Haruspex

PKD

Trane

Woundings

Let’s Just Hope the Notes are Legible

2009-01-28T10:50:00.004+13:00

STINKmotherfuckingFEST 2008 BC

The Stink Magnetic Record Company was birthed 10 years ago in a bedroom in Palmerston North if the Legend is to be used as a reliable journalistic document. Capturing for posterity on magnetic tape the human activity of making music - that rare and strange creature that exists only in time. Taxidermy'd for display, replicated, sent into the world brandishing the savoir faire that comes with doing something just because you fucking can and think it would be a choice fucking thing to do.

That was ten years ago. Ten years is a lot of tape – the company Prime Minister, D. Thomas Herkes estimates over 1200 cassettes dubbed one by one by hand – 44 releases grace the catalogue from Shit All to Hell to The Friendly Barnacle. You get the idea.

Through this decade of fervent activity friends, bands, and fellow travelers have emerged into a certain community. Enough of a community to draw folks from around the country to the river city of Wanganui for three days of celebration. Most of us from Wellington and Palmy, most Wellingtonians from Newtown, and most of those camping in Mr. Herkes’ backyard by the river. A perfectly beautiful spot transformed to a refuge enclave, a tent city of musicians and associates baked by the sun and swimming in beer.

From here a nightly pilgrimage was made to The Holy Temple of Stink, along a riverside path through three warm nights under a swelling moon. At the door to the temple, the management raffled meat (Stink Flesh?) while hucksters harassed the helpless hawking music and merch.

The old Wanganui Chronicle building offered everything you could really want from the experience; an cavernous rabbit warren leading to the narrow space of Stink HQ. Here with its black and white patterned floor and the stage decorated as a cemetery of cardboard tombstones that under certain light and a certain amount of sleep deprivation twist into a three dimensional phantasmagoria under dangling bats. Here with guitars and amplifiers, with booze and drugs, with sharp sartorial sense and fair share of that savoir faire, the Stink Magnetic community, hangers-on, and tourists shook, shimmied, and sweated.

At an affair such as this, in a community such as this with its histories and decade long development of the aesthetic all the bands have their thing to do, their shtick to pull, their role within the family unit, and they all do exactly that. There are themes of course, concordances, shared elements that build this community. The main thrust, as you’d expect, would be that dirty old rock and roll with a fair share of country overtones and noisy underpinnings. Suave in its primitivism, and a whole lot of vice versa.

Primitive like Voodoo Savage and His Savages. Even if they weren’t New Zealand’s only caveman band they’d still be New Zealand’s greatest caveman band. Suave like The Wrong-doings building up to the psychedelic squall their classic set closer, Deep Into the Woods.

Shit, what else?

Heavy Turkey played a Heavy Turkey set. Back pain, bats, and a bit more back pain. What more do you need.

The Wanganuian Sets cranked out some kind of one-man Albini-ized kinda thing on the first night and left at least three groups of people I overheard discussing whether his name was Sets or Sex.

You’re right. It wasn’t even that funny at the time.

Some to-do has been made of the endearing incestuousness of The Death Rays. Once more for the record: two sisters and two cousins making two couples who live and play together. Probably the only thing that could make them more complete would be if they were to star in a cartoon series driving about in some van with a tripped out paint fighting crime and unmasking dastardly villains.

Boss Christ, once possessor of New Zealand’s wildest sideburns now bellows and barks at the world from a full on moonshiner hillbilly motherfucker of a beard. There was a slight frisson I felt getting to travel straight from visiting Rimutaka penitentiary to see the Boss stomp and howl the party at Stink Mag’s house.

The Tape Men: Power of tape times three. Whatever strange science drives these mysterious creatures it was enough to levitate drummer and drum kit into the audience without missing a beat. A moment which carved itself out of the blur and haze and cemented itself as a fragmentary highlight for more than a few witnesses.

And that is the thing, the blur and the haze is inevitable it’s the fragments we take away. The tent city by the waterside was no place to rest and gather ourselves together as much as it was a different tempo to the madness. A truckload of concrete blocks dumped in the middle of the camping area at 8am Friday morning with a bomb-like shaking of the ground set the tone: you can only get up and keep going. Keep telling yourself that these great feats of human endurance will make you a better person.

Hair of the dog, hair of the dog.

And those miraculous medicines did work their magic.

By the time that Knife Fight had burned through the blistering blasts of grinding garage genius that are their stock in trade, surrounded on all sides by and audience of savage, maniacal dervishes most ingested potions had transmuted to pouring perspiration.

Mr. Herkes then lead the in-need-of-a-wash masses to scream the night away grass-sliding on the giant tapes (made from real estate signs) that are the icons of Stink Magnetic.

We broke camp the next day, somewhere just beyond being the walking dead, for the beautiful Stink kids to give us one more treat. A picnic in Kowhai Park (where the concrete dinosaurs and octopus seem designed to delight both trippers and small children) with reprised performances by Slim Chants and Boss Christ. The latter busting it out on upright base while Boss junior demonstrated how to put into practice his papa’s philosophy for saving the planet.

Then we drag ourselves back to this town where madness and mediocrity moves in each breath of the wind, glad of the time away and looking forward to getting some fucking sleep.

Happy birthday Stink Magnetic, happy birthday Mr. Herkes. Y'all put on a mighty fine shindig.

Pink Flag

2009-01-11T22:27:00.005+13:00

Acrylic on Canvas
38x38cm

Kvlt of Godzillah

2009-01-11T13:14:00.004+13:00

First rough as guts mix scrawled on the back of a soggy cocktail napkin: mp3

in the company of disfunctional machines

2009-01-03T01:19:00.003+13:00

Some new(ish) pictures. All out alone and looking for a direction.

Where all the magick happens. Mostly curses.

And occasionally oblique strategies.

The Taste of Summer

2009-01-02T00:12:00.001+13:00

1 part Tequila
1 part lime juice
pour over ice
top with soda water
add a wedge of lime