According to Freud, through art we
attempt to create alternatives to
reality in which we channel our irrational
and antisocial drives in socially acceptable ways.
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"REFLEX between REASON"
acrylic ink, paper, oil stick on canvas 2005
174 x 122
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Like trying to describe a kiss, or love, words never quite
do it for me. Yet how does one express themselves in a
nonverbal context when all around them is the constant
drone of words. Do we sit still enough to actually feel it,
or do we mask it and numb it with idle, meaningless
conversation?
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"UNTITLED"
Acrylic, ink, cigarette butts, flyscreen,
on paper on board with inscription 2005
210 x 90
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The primal brain of a fish, the flight mechanism that we have inherited.
Am I to baulk at every movement and retreat behind a rock, or am I
to float observantly and just experience the journey Inscription reads:
videiecent (It) Nothing so powerful, nor beautiful than finding the inner
strength to push & peel away the shit. We all search to a certain extent,
search for an identity, search for a meaning. How tragic it is when there
isn't a meaning, only countless personal meanings, that are flawed to
any observer wanting to find a flaw. -- When one lets go and realizes
its all in the search, the journey, the adventure, one begins to throw
aside set beliefs (the safety of the collective) and see the endless
possibilities of what IT is. Without the need to judge it, put a
meaning to it, frees up ones being to set off in the search of it.
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"WHERE'S DADDY GONE"
Acrylic, oil, epoxy on canvas 2005
154 x 114
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Painted at a time when I returned to care for my son, the emotional
turmoil that followed became unbearable. I found myself returning
to a world I thought I had escaped. My son being at an age (12)
where he needed a stable environment, only ever knowing this from
his mother, met my world with confusion and an unwillingness to
accept me. I found myself compromising the only thing that made
my life livable (art) so that I could be what he remembered me to
be, a prolific provider. My artwork stumbled as I returned to the
real world, to work once more as a concreter. This was painted
when I realized I was unable to be what my son remembered
me to be.
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"TORSO"
Charcoal pencil on paper
58 x 43
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The female body holds a silent and forbidden fascination for me.
Art allows me to express those feelings and emotions I have
trouble expressing intimately. As my artistic abilities develop
so will my need to express these thoughts, feelings and
emotions. Making love and being uninhibited with the
female form through my canvas is something I look
forward to.
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"FREAK OF NATURE"
acrylic, charcoal, collage, anti depressant tablet,
paper on board 2005.
122 x 90
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At a time when one questions ones sanity, because we are different
we must be fixable. What if we are not dangerous nor a threat to others
or ourselves, are we still then entitled to live without another's attempt
to fix us or make us similar?.
Craig now has access to a studio at The Powerhouse where he works on
his art monday to friday returning to his family on weekends. He has found
the one thing that makes his life meaningful and full of purpose. His inner
strength and commitment shall do the rest. His saving grace was that he
found artistic expression and in 2004 was approached by an artist while
painting in his garage, and was introduced to the Brisbane Outsider Arts
program.
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