Art is three in Darkseid.

I was in Melbourne last week. Just for a day. I was there for a very specific reason. To see an art show.

Specifically, to see my brothers, the Wayward Cartoonists Art Show.

Suffice to say that it is amazing. Do you like music? I'll be you do. Here then, is an art show for you, it is like taking the music of the 20th century, the anarchy, the sex, the myths, and freezing it. Obsidian. Volcanic glass.

Jones's deeply occultic tarot of metal, Holgate's precision and identification of the iconic and Fraser's
iron-eye for the jazz-narrative...




What I wasn't expecting, was to open it. Nor was I expecting to be asked to put on a show, to make a spectacle of myself! But my brothers are cruel. So I opened the show with roguish antics and a speech I'd prepared an hour earlier and away I went.

It was an honour to open it.

As for you Melniboneans... Your salvation depends upon you seeing the show!



I believe there is also a lecture coming up this week, so if you want to listen to contemporary artists who scorn the empty jargon of academia and construct art from skill, music and paint, who make it with their hands, who find arcana in the every day... Go.

Also, I have a new nickname. Apparently I'm Captain Dreadnaught. Nice!