What does this picture mean?

This is one of my pikkies at the current "Wrong Head" exhibition, at 69 Smith St Gallery (website HERE ).

It is called "Sacred Nasal Geometry".

Now, as a creator of rather ... I donno... "strange" pix, I often get that loathsome, and I mean LOATHSOME question "what does it mean?".
Ugh.
Yuck.
And fuck me people are pushy about wanting an explanation. The more polite I am about declining, the pushier they get.
So in the interest of explaining every goddamn picture I've ever made and will make, here's a wee insight into "Sacred Nasal Geometry".
The pikkie is a pisstake. Sacred Geometry is an occult concept (wiki article here), and occultists take a lot of baloney very seriously, because they read meaning into things. So here, a woman's nosebleed is in fact seen as an important thing to be measured and quantified and studied for exact meaning. It's not just blood, this means something and has significance.
Yet its just a nosebleed, and the study thereof has made it both important and utter bollocks.
We as humans (not just occultists) have this ridiculous need to understand everything around us, to find meaning in everything, including life - and I could digress here, but let's skip it. Actually no, here have some insight: Life has no meaning, you're welcome, move on.
This need to "know", "understand" "to find meaning" is exactly what is portrayed here. Therefore, this picture is taking the piss out of YOU, the viewer. You wanna know what this mysterious picture means, but it's literally just a mystery. It's a mirror, showing you your search for understanding the image you are looking at.
Mystery novels/ films are more fun until the killer is revealed. Bigfoot is exciting as a mystery and prevails despite debunking because we don't really wanna know, we just want a good, creepy mystery to baffle over.
Mystics understand they can never know their God, but they appreciate the mystery of not knowing and the wanting to know - without ever finding an (exact) answer.
And this is what this picture is - a mystery, nothing more, but also a pisstake of your quest for meaning, for meaning in this picture.

On the other hand, it could just be some clever application of principles of design/ Gestalt psychology ( wiki article here ).

So once and for all, stop bloody asking.

The view from here is spectacularrrrrr

Baby-sitting collage exhibition, whilst working on The Micturating Angel.

Life is good.

extract form a letter to Dan Kelly, re: collage

Background: Dan Kelly is an artist in Ballarat, we're having an exhibition together [HERE]. Link to his blog on the right hand side of the page, or [HERE].

"Collage is vandalism", eh wot?

I dig them words, I dig 'em a lot.

You know Outre Gallery in Melbourne? ( http://www.outregallery.com ) I love that place, even if I find most works in there shit. I went there yesterday to chuck in some of our flyers and I asked them "You fiends being knowledgable in the ways of the lobrow, recommend me some awesome contemporary collage artists!" They couldn't. They even googled it. We ain't shit in the world of lobrow. I kinda dug that. I practically threw the flyers at them and I actually yelled "I AM IT! COME TO MY EXHIBITION!"

Point being, we're so lobrow, not even lobrow will touch us. Vandals man, outcasts of art. Brut? Good place to be. It don't pay the rent, but it feels good.

I made this series of collages using a Rembrandt book (+ some other old masters books), which I was originally gonna call "I raped Rembrandt". Good thing I didn't. But I was totally driven by the urge to destroy, desecrate and vandalise these revered images. Great brush-strokes, but boooo-ring-uh!!!! Get over it! They didn't turn out as smutty as I would've liked, but they're pretty bloody good ( http://www.gadzooxtian.com/images/collages/simpleviewer/web/collages1.html ). The process itself is vandalism, yes, but surely you've heard Bakunin's oft-repeated anarchist declaration that "The urge for destruction is also a creative urge!' So yah, for me, it's two sides of the same coin, but depending on what I'm doing. (And besides you stupid twat Bakunin, sometimes a cigar is a cigar and sometimes destruction is just that.)

I like to collage over notions of "beauty" and mess 'em the fuck up and make it BETTER. "Ugliness is a form of genius." - Genesis P.Orridge. "Beauty will be convulsive or not at all." - Andre Breton - they should totally knife-fight in a graffiti covered alley. My monies on P.Orridge - though Breton was a war veteran...

What was my point again? I'm gonna appropriate your slogan sir, *collage* it into my world.

Lovely!

Let's clear up the confusion

In case you got the date wrong...

See ya there - bring yer rich, art-loving uncle!

Come to my exhibition!!!!

For more info, visit wronghead.gadzooxtian.com