Sludgemachine

27/08/2026

19/06/2026

"Come along to an art extravaganza on June 24th 5-9pm at Goodspace Gallery - Level 1, 115 Regent St, Chippendale NSW 2008. With works for sale from an array of local artists to raise money for people in Gaza through Union Aid Abroad. Proudly presented by The Lord Gladstone, Goodspace Gallery and our amazing sponsors Young Henrys."

Works from -

Sinead Condell

Rosemarie

youngworks

Olli

Nicci Bedson

Helen Shields



Tamasin Stanton

Tiah Greco

sludgemachine

Lorna Grear

Melletios Kyriakidis

Ian Thomas

Phillip Marsden

Craig Kerrison

mi.ideas

Motormouth Comics™️



Lotte Alexis

Rania Omar

Lauren Metzler | Art & Comics

Allie

Evan

Wednesday Mouse

Blaire Giulia

Blade-Sadist Arcane Summoner {Cyber}

inmimind studio

Kiki

19/05/2026

The best kind of therapy. Creative expression

31/03/2026

It would seem I have an uncanny ability to compound my most serious problems into something a million times worse. Just by overthinking and trying to explain my position. As if anybody cares or if anything matters.

Yet they tell people to talk about their problems and yet here I go again. Oh the irony.

For me atleast. It is best to keep my mouth shut and mind deeper on myself and own affairs.

It is clear I will always be misunderstood and a mere novelty to the vast majority.

I will endure and survive as best I can. This simply tests me further.

Hell I'm surprised everyday I have survived all that I have.

I have the most blessed cursed life.

This morning in the park. I ran for my life in yet another potentially dangerous near encounter with a group of men in the lurking in the darkness. Then just an hour or so later was nearly cleaned up by a negligent driver speeding through a red light.

Bless my beautiful life.
Even in the darkness of this solitary despair.

It's time to shed some of this old skin. Burn away and be reborn again.

30/03/2026

With my mum and some friends and family so far away now. It seems necessary to try and go for my license again.

I have been driving in paddocks since I was fifteen and by all rights really should've got my license very early on. But I let it failed mostly on presentation and ego rather than skill. Twice.

So jaded. I let it lapse and moved to the city where the need was less with everything so easily accessible.

It wasn't until I tried to get into film and even a basic entry runners position required a license. Given my past experience I was often still hired for things. But it made me aware at how much I had hindered myself.

In many ways I'm glad the young wreckless me didn't get a license. But now I need to build my confidence once again. Which is hard when I'm so old and there are so many youngsters out there killin' it.

This was my second recent lesson. Hadn't driven in months prior to this. Drove myself all the way down to the beach and back into the busy inner west.

I feel there is so much more to go. But it's steps in the right direction once again.

Wearing my Elizabeth Burton shirt. From a play about herself that I am honoured to say I helped work on and was lucky enough to see for free.

So blessed to have so much divine energy on my side. Even when I am feeling lost and alone.
But really who isn't deep down?

22/03/2026

Life is all about symbiosis. Trying ones best to live amongst each other and within the world as a whole.

I am more than aware of this requirement for peace and survival.

In life we all wear different masks and play different roles to others. The roles often change once betrayal or true intention is felt.

It is true. I have assumed the role of the devil to others at times. My past is far from perfect. I am not proud of my some of my actions. But I have always only ever reacted out of protection of my life or necessity when I have felt literally attacked or backed into a corner.

If I have made some wrong doing I always take accountability and look to rectify it.

The moment someone begins to villify my character and action under the guise of protection for the community is the minute I lose any trust or faith.

I had began seeing a girl who was twenty and currently in all manner of duress. Her friends which I thought were also mine. Didn't approve of my age or her situation and said my affections for her were predatory.

Instead of reasoning. I was instead met with threats and intimidation and was told to stay away and seek professional help for my perceived misdeeds. Despite the lovely ladies desire to continue seeing me.

I followed the advise I was given because I was a tad confused by the level of anger and what felt like even jealousy and genuine malice.

All trained professionals and everyone else I asked all agreed that this person was projecting some past trauma into the situation and was trying to control everything and everyone.

I am forcing myself to believe that they have the best intentions for at very least my lady friend and believe they are doing some right and just thing. By keeping us apart and I would imagine now beginning to smear my name.

It does give me a great concern for how out of touch this person is from reality. To have turned on me so quickly and so cruelly. Or if they have some darker more nefarious agenda.

Either way they are dangerous and these are some precarious times ahead with what I was already juggling and needing to deal with.

What's worst of all. I abhor needless drama and bu****it. Oh what fun!

19/03/2026

Yesterday despite my foul mood and keen desire to curl into a ball.

I kept my commitment with my godmother/cousin to go see the Ron Muek exhibition at the national art gallery and was moved profoundly.

The nuturing ability of positive female energy and the healing ability of art to release the deeper psychology of the mind and life.

We met up with two of my godmothers friends one of whom was a member and paid for us all. Which made me feel very spoilt.

I got into the exhibition and as usual was sucked into my own world and pace as I roamed and viewed the works.

It was all very cool and interesting but what I found most fascinating was the dogs.

The room as I entered was completely free of patrons and I was alone to take in the enormity of it all.

It felt like being a child again around something dangerous and unpredictable.

As I was trying to take a selfie. A cool young fellow came in and offered to be my photographer. His handle is and his band is . Keen to hang out more sometime.

I doubled back through the exhibit a bit but felt compelled to go back to the dogs as it had been the one to have affected me the deepest. As I perused around and took more photos I began a brief dicussion with an older woman in a striking top.

I began to recant how it had brought back the memory and trauma of my youth.

At age five I was being babysat and was teasing a caged rockweiler with the other five year old who's family owned the dog.

The dog escaped shortly after and the other boy and I quickly fled the impending danger. My tiny three year old brother who could barely walk turned, saw. Stood to run and was severely pounced on and attacked.

He miraculously survived the ordeal. Which is his first memory as well as being a very real source on animosity between us in our youth.

I began to tear up as I shared about my feelings of guilt and hopelessness to the situation.

She said I had a good heart that needed protecting and gave me a lovely hug.
It was such a sweet and genuine encounter and showed the true ability for art to move and to bring one another together

I will guard this heart as best I can for as long as I can