In the chaotic and humid heat of Amed, Bali, I was plucked from the ordered western world and plonked into something altogether more present, humidity thick on the skin, beading sweat, roosters crowing, motorbikes revving, vivid greens, oceans of coral right off the beach. A mind buzz. New neural pathways. A shift in perspective. A world where the bubble of civilised life is very thin, where the rawer state of survival is ever present, where life converges and bumps up against itself, squeezing out new forms, merging, metamorphosing, evolving, dying. In my little hotel room, I felt alive in this kind of chaos. The newness, the seeming lack of order, the energetic buzz of it all places my mind somewhere exploratory and playful, free to follow tangents. I sat down to draw and something emerged from this melting pot. One amalgamated curiosity, with distinct forms yet inseparable.
Exhibited at Colab 2 Gallery in White Gum Valley, Western Australia (2026).
In the chaotic and humid heat of Amed, Bali, I was plucked from the ordered western world and plonked into something altogether more present, humidity thick on the skin, beading sweat, roosters crowing, motorbikes revving, vivid greens, oceans of coral right off the beach. A mind buzz. New neural pathways. A shift in perspective. A world where the bubble of civilised life is very thin, where the rawer state of survival is ever present, where life converges and bumps up against itself, squeezing out new forms, merging, metamorphosing, evolving, dying. In my little hotel room, I felt alive in this kind of chaos. The newness, the seeming lack of order, the energetic buzz of it all places my mind somewhere exploratory and playful, free to follow tangents. I sat down to draw and something emerged from this melting pot. One amalgamated curiosity, with distinct forms yet inseparable.