Title: can’t break rocks when a tiger took your head
Medium: texta and posca on cardboard
Dimensions: seven shoe widths
Artist Statement
i was hired to break rocks at the foot of a mountain in the western suburbs. the work was hard but not that hard and the pay was good. we would stop at 1:30pm each day and eat sausages. when it rained we weren’t allowed to break rocks, we had to sit under a gazebo and sort the rocks: small, medium or large. one day while the sun was out and just before we were about to eat sausages a tiger snuck up behind me and bit my head off and ran off into the 8 lane highway. my boss said i couldnt break rocks anymore without a head. now i just sit under the gazebo and sort the rocks, the pay is the same but i cant eat sausages without a head.