Illustrator and writer, by nature the former and by circumstance the latter. Grew up in the bush and moved to the city, traipsed around the east coast, fell in love, read Cormac McCarthy, listened to Townes Van Zandt and picked up a banjo.
I now live in Melbourne, with my partner and our boxer dog Weenie Mutt, where I work as a writer and editor, freelance illustrator and Volcom Ambassador.
I’m interested in the balance of things, of things as they really are — neither here nor there, beautiful or horrible, strong or weak, wise or stupid. And in no way mundane.
It’s always more than one thing, and it is what it is.