Here’s a sneak peek of my bid to be at Sculpture by the Sea next year. The hungover bear staggers to the toilet, sits, and falls off. Repeat. Any suggestions on what to call it?
Or what about some performance art? I climb out of my thongs, into the street furniture – and then emerge from Lamonts’ front door, and repeat.
Unlike gerbalism, being an artist really takes it out of you. Here are some morning-after selfies when I’ve been struggling with materials.
Mind you, art is far more lucrative. Imagine how much I’ll get for my bear!
The Worst of Perth 
Rilakkumart
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Plush.
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You will be dragged into Rilakkuma’s world and become lazy and relaxed while watching what everything he does.
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One of my newer aspirational neighbours has a portrait gallery every bit as wack and keeps it on compulsory ( for the rest of us ) display in the communal under croft carpark In the recently remodelled home interior the only thing on the walls is/are giant flat sxreen television . What can this mean ?
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Time to move.
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“My Bear Ass” should cover both content and appeal to the sentimental gran with a penchant for naughty humor.
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Arse it would be in Australia BSWAM , and to conform to Sculpture by the Sea specs rendered in stainless steel and perspex and have one eye missing.
If reality never been your forte , then you’ll love the J.Cartwright series ( or is it Cart Wrong ?), and if you’ve always wanted to smash egg / icecream / Aussie bum cream into your sitter’s face. Here’s the series.
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That middle portrait looks like Annie Lennox after she tried battery acid instead of botox.
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