Coonawarra West
Oil on canvas
18” x 24”
Professionally framed in black floating frame
Artist Statement
A part of growing up regionally was ‘the bus’, a twice-daily commute that I later realised was where most of the fun of the day occurred.
This self-portrait is me as a kindergarten kid, hopping on the Coonawarra West bus for the commute into Penola, the start of years of bus entertainment. The bus became a chance to spend time with your friends, talk to others you usually wouldn’t and debrief the day.
It was high school, with an hour each-way commute to Mount Gambier, where we had plenty of time to run amok. Some of my favourite memories include parties where we’d share snacks and favourite songs, plucking a guy’s monobrow, deep and meaningfuls (and coaching each other through relationship issues), drawing on people who fell asleep and doing each other’s makeup drag-style.
Some of the less wholesome activities included playing dumb games like who can say/yell embarrassing words the loudest without getting in trouble by the driver, accusations about who passed wind and on one occasion a student requesting the bus be pulled over so they could vomit, clearly hungover from the night before.
Oil on canvas
18” x 24”
Professionally framed in black floating frame
Artist Statement
A part of growing up regionally was ‘the bus’, a twice-daily commute that I later realised was where most of the fun of the day occurred.
This self-portrait is me as a kindergarten kid, hopping on the Coonawarra West bus for the commute into Penola, the start of years of bus entertainment. The bus became a chance to spend time with your friends, talk to others you usually wouldn’t and debrief the day.
It was high school, with an hour each-way commute to Mount Gambier, where we had plenty of time to run amok. Some of my favourite memories include parties where we’d share snacks and favourite songs, plucking a guy’s monobrow, deep and meaningfuls (and coaching each other through relationship issues), drawing on people who fell asleep and doing each other’s makeup drag-style.
Some of the less wholesome activities included playing dumb games like who can say/yell embarrassing words the loudest without getting in trouble by the driver, accusations about who passed wind and on one occasion a student requesting the bus be pulled over so they could vomit, clearly hungover from the night before.
Oil on canvas
18” x 24”
Professionally framed in black floating frame
Artist Statement
A part of growing up regionally was ‘the bus’, a twice-daily commute that I later realised was where most of the fun of the day occurred.
This self-portrait is me as a kindergarten kid, hopping on the Coonawarra West bus for the commute into Penola, the start of years of bus entertainment. The bus became a chance to spend time with your friends, talk to others you usually wouldn’t and debrief the day.
It was high school, with an hour each-way commute to Mount Gambier, where we had plenty of time to run amok. Some of my favourite memories include parties where we’d share snacks and favourite songs, plucking a guy’s monobrow, deep and meaningfuls (and coaching each other through relationship issues), drawing on people who fell asleep and doing each other’s makeup drag-style.
Some of the less wholesome activities included playing dumb games like who can say/yell embarrassing words the loudest without getting in trouble by the driver, accusations about who passed wind and on one occasion a student requesting the bus be pulled over so they could vomit, clearly hungover from the night before.