I think decay and squalor do a better job at graffiti art than try-hard humans.  The latter is just more of the same: Pollution.  I don’t want to walk up an alley and see yet another annoying mural. I want to see something like this. Keep it on your canvas, please.

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(Part of my ongoing “In Praise of the Older Woman” over-arching theme).

These images were taken in a rainforest at the Sunshine Coast, Q. Australia. What an amazing setting. The wall is a remnant from various old railway structures, from when the rail line used to go through there. The light was also amazing, just sneaking through the tree canopy. NO Photoshop, or AI. 

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I still have this one, was never framed. Sometimes I think what I did way back is better than what I do today. Uncontrived. Fresh, and emotional. I try to walk away from painting these days, or I ruin them. Know when to stop.

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THE JOYS OF VISUAL IMPAIRMENT.

I kid you not. Last week I had a good look all around the annual Bundaberg Art Prize, and passed this young woman looking at a painting. I went past, then later came back and she was still there, staring intently. I turned back and said, “I think you need to buy that painting.” Then I realised she was a mannequin. Lucky no-one heard me. It made me laugh to myself at least. 

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The Bundaberg Art prize is held annually in Bundaberg, Q. Australia, with $20,000 worth of prize money total, and held in a pop-up vacant shop situation each year. Always a great event. (Photo: copyright Dennis Mealor 2022).

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