Reincarnating junk as art..

Olaroo

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on July 9th, 2005 @ 01:21:47 , using 476 words, 1587 views
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Well been missing for a few days, I woke up on Tuesday looked outside at the weather it was shitty again cold wet miserable so I decided that I would go into my shed and dust of t my chopper .

I hadn’t fired her up for awhile so gave the old blade a spin and away she went, I set the dial North put her on cruise control and up up and away, destination Alice Springs and Ayers Rock for three days.

Only took me and 2 hours and I was there at the base of the biggest rock in the world the sun was just about to set so I cracked open a bottle of champagne put a shrimp on the Barbie got the swag out and watched the stars shine brightly.

Just dozed of and me old mate Jimmy Black tapped on me swag, hey bro wanna go climb the rock ? sure I said give me a minute to put me hiking boots on and I will be with you.

We met up with Kunta, Mabel and Tandanya they were our guides took 45 minutes to get to the top we fired up the bbq cracked a coupla coldies and admired the magnificent views.

Kunta and Jimmy had a few to many coldies and fell off the rock, so we went back down to try and find them but no go, so headed back to base camp for a goodnight sleep.

Two dogs woke me to go and catch breakfast so I got me gun, knife and slingshot took off to the desert caught 3 wild boar 2 roos and 1 dingo we were in for a feast this morning. We got back to base camp and Mabel and Tandanya prepared our catch we invited a few guests, we drank, ate and danced until late into the night eventually crashing in the early hours of the morning.

When I woke I decided that today I better head back to Adelaide as I didn’t tell Annie I was going and she would worry about me. I said goodbye gave the blade a spin Two dogs gave me a push start and off I flew, only took an hour to get back.

Gave Annie and ring to come over and give me chopper a clean. Then took her out for pizza at fasta pasta then to see a movie called Mr & Mrs Smith, and Tazo for coffee and cake. After the movie, then back to the crypt for some loving.

It is back to work for me tomorrow I have a life drawing class to conduct where Iam the model and I have an arts festival to put together next week., a food shop to do, house work, lawns to mow, washing to get dry, pay some bills and make some art… I know Annie will help me.

The Godfather

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on July 6th, 2005 @ 00:00:08 , using 28 words, 1372 views
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Woke up this morning rolled over and screamed my guts out, Annie had snuk in during the night and left me a surprise she is a naughty girl ..

Visitor while in the Shower

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 30th, 2005 @ 00:14:44 , using 63 words, 1103 views
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Well I awoke early around 5am headed for a shower I turn the steaming hot water on then I heard a noise like someone had entered the bathroom, this was strange as I live by myself, I slide the shower screen door back to see if anybody was there and to my horror there he was oh my God somebody help me ... aaaarrrghhhhhhHHHHHHHH

Scrap-yard Art

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 28th, 2005 @ 21:03:02 , using 44 words, 1076 views
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Hung out at the scrapyard today, the last image shows some of the ART works I create using the scrap I find, It also shows the great work of my web designer (Mr S) who photo-shops my sculptures then adds them to my site.

Scrap Stallion Sultan of Steel

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 27th, 2005 @ 22:37:47 , using 72 words, 703 views
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Woke with excitement today as I have just about completed my first commission piece a rearing horse made out of junk, it's for a collector in Sydney. Just a little more tweeking and he is done, It was a great piece to create, I spent about 5 hours on him today then I had to go and baby sit for my Uncle Fester's kid Mary she is a good kid doesn't say much .....

Rock God

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 27th, 2005 @ 01:06:06 , using 131 words, 1361 views
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I have just completed the below artwork which is one of my alter ego's the "Rock God" I have always wanted to play in a rock band but I have not got around to it yet. I hope to one day, but for now I have an art work which is symbolic representation of one of my goals.

He is life size I used one of my house doors, one of my spare bedroom doors in fact ... he is 2D he has a plaster face, a pair of my sandshoes, dog collar with pins in it, one of my belts, some buttons, a black wig, a watch, fishing line and rat trap for the guitar and few other found objects I had lying around the house, he took 2 days to complete.

Iron Princess

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 27th, 2005 @ 00:54:53 , using 112 words, 1014 views
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Creating art is a great thing and I enjoy it immensely, however selling the art works is another thing, as I have a problem, I get attached to the pieces and have trouble letting go of the works when somebody wants to buy one ?

Strange really, I mean, Iam creating art to make a living yet don’t want to part with the art works when somebody want to buy one ?

Well I did let go this week-end of my beautiful Iron Princess she was purchased from my studio sculpture garden and is now residing at Inglewood overlooking a creek on a country property, she does look happy in her new abode ….

7 Day No Dose Challenge

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 25th, 2005 @ 22:27:06 , using 253 words, 1044 views
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Loving a challenge nearly as much as I love myself, I have decided to undertake an experiment of the human variety - being a chronic condition kind of guy I got to thinking what would happen if I stopped taking my daily doses for seven whole days and nights.

Now that I've been released from intensive care I share with you below a brief summary of my experiment.......

Day 1 - Several'dose free' hours to fill and kill, no rattling sensations when walking feeling a little thirsty, itchy, sneezy and breathless...

Day 2 - No joy for me, bowel motions hardening - unlike my monkey (soft as butter), scratching all over with no relief in sight, cravings starting to kick in and bite, lungs screaming for air.......

Day 3 - No shit, no spank, sneezing, scratching, wheezing, screaming for a fucking drink and no sleep!!

Day 4 - Drink 'n' Dial - tell me - have we met before? Your voice sounds familar? Do I know your sister?

Day 5 - Can anyone raise bail? Locked up, scratched up, bound up and slammed shut.... I can't breath!!

Day 6 - 000 - Intensive care for me - anyone seen a set of lungs or a liver on e-bay? Do they take Mastercard?

Day 7 - Rehab here I come......lock up your daughters! Flicking through the yellow pages, I have found that there is no place for a chronic like me:) Never one to miss an opportunity, I have decided to open my own clinic - Chronic at the Crypt Clinic - dial www.chronicatthecrypt.com.au c u there:) Be quick only limited space available.......

7 Day No Dose Challenge

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 25th, 2005 @ 22:05:50 , using 0 words, 505 views
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Heinous Art

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 23rd, 2005 @ 21:47:43 , using 251 words, 670 views
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Woke up this morning thinking about my new artworks I have been creating for the “Crypt” (which is my art house where I live) and started to wonder/question myself is my art becoming a little weird, scary maybe even heinous?

The reason iam questioning myself is a close friend Vicki called last night for a visit and I asked to have a look at a couple of my new works, sure she said so she entered my Adultery room and after coming out of the room told me she felt scared, cold, creepy, and a little sick in her stomach ? mmm I thought, well that is a great reaction to my work.

I mean they say any reaction/comment is a good thing and if it scares a good friend that knows me really well then that’s even better ….I then showed her my new dolls in glass jars and again a strange look appeared on her face with similar comments.

Am I becoming tooooo conditioned to my work ? I don’t think I need to be concerned, as someone once said to me I live in the belly of a whale that’s not a bad thing, but the fact that iam questioning myself maybe that’s a problem. Ok I won’t bother questioning myself again and will continue on my current path with let say this is my dark series it’s just a stage Iam going through, see what you think of the below pieces.

Breaking the News

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 22nd, 2005 @ 00:12:59 , using 144 words, 516 views
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Awoke at 5am and straight to the hospital to check on Annie she was awake and having breakfast, I kissed her and said Annie I have some great news, as you are not able to fill the role of Vicki now, due to your injuries Matt has given me the role isn't that fantastic, well, she just picked up her eggs and baked beans and threw them in my face and told me to fuck off ... well I did not expect that I poured the orange juice over her head pushed her out of bed and said fuck you and walked out disgusted how dare she. I think this could be the end of our friendship i just do not understand women anymore. I went to the art studio and worked of my anger on a piece of theroputic sculpture to calm me down.

The Full Monty

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 21st, 2005 @ 00:03:33 , using 333 words, 923 views
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Picked Annie up and headed off to the Odeon theater for an information session for the up and coming musical play titled "The Full Monty" Annie has always dreamed of being a star on stage and in the bedroom.

And today she chose the stage to strut her stuff dressed as Vicki the character part she is hoping to win, When Matt the director of the play laid eyes on Annie as she entered the room he screamed at the top of his voice you are absolutely gorgeous, stunning, intriguing and the role is yours no need to audition your in. Annie just fell in a heap on the stage floor sobbing uncontrollably like a child, then rolling around with such excitement she fell off the stage, oh my god I said Annie are you ok, no Steve O I think I have broken my leg.

I jumped down of the stage to comfort her while Matt called the ambulance, an hour later at the hospital ward our worst fears were confirmed, Annie had broken both legs, her pelvis and three ribs she was devastated and asked me to leave, I always do as she asks and I went back to the theater stopping at the costume shop along the way I bought a wig and a dress, I quickly changed in the car then entered the theater.

Matt screamed as I walked in, where have you been all my life you are exactly what Iam looking for would you please please play the role of Vicki well, I was stunned, floored overcome with emotions and just gave him a big hug and a kiss I told him you have no idea what this means to me. I left and went straight back to the hospital to tell Annie the great news, however she was heavily sedated and out like a light I kissed her gently on the cast and went home I can't wait to tell her the news in the morning ....

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 20th, 2005 @ 23:33:02 , using 0 words, 521 views
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Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 20th, 2005 @ 23:19:55 , using 0 words, 926 views
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The Second Coming - The Disciples Arrive

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 18th, 2005 @ 22:09:06 , using 226 words, 1143 views
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Arrived at the Steve O Temple to find a crowd of 200 or more had gathered, anxiously awaiting their Idol's arrival. I must say, I know didn't disappoint them, threw off my black, full length, fully imported vinyl (made in Taiwan) cape and got straight to work. Arced up the welder and threw the switch to high voltage, opened my creative juices and let the tide flow...... Before the excited crowd an amazing and electrifying piece of Junk Sculpture evolved before their wide eyes. This beauty I bestowed with the title of 'Forbidden Fruit'.

Soon it was time for me to don my vinyl cape, select the big 'A' in the gear selector on the Cryptmobile and zoom on off to Annie's Coral.
Upon my arrival Annie served me with a delicious homemade meal of pumpkin and leek soup accompanied by a Mediterrean delicacy - Pizza Alfunghi. Desert was a disappointment, Annie had a soft on and snubbed my attempts at a follow up full service and tune up, due to a pre-existing addiction to Coronation Street,this was also rudely interrupted the shrill ringing of the dog and bone.

Knowing when I'm beaten I took refuge in the freezer, there I found 2 quarts of honey ice cream which helped cool my lust and ardor. Anyone seen my Steve O doll, time to give that dummy a spanking

D Day minus one and counting

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 17th, 2005 @ 19:24:34 , using 311 words, 835 views
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Farted and blew the covers of my rusty cot just before high noon, ready for another art filled action packed day (what was left of it anyway). Up and at 'em is my motto, and straight to the first of my daily doses I went. Washed it down with my standard low sugar (I say stop at five, cos I don't like it sweet), black with milk coffee and then straight to work.

Preparation is well underway for the first of my Junk Art classes commencing tomorrow, first things first, loaded up my rusty trailer overflowing with a mixed bag of rust and ruin. Threw the Cryptmobile into cruise control and off to the Steve O Gallery. Had to give Artman's workspace a makeover creating room for all my treasures, after all there is only room for one of us, that leaves him unemployed.

Outside to set up my metal arena making way for the new and exciting sculptures that were to be birthed by my new metal disciples. Like lambs to the slaughter they flock, all gathering around the Shepherd, their Master and Commander.

To test myself (why you ask), to confirm that I've still got it (and a bit) I threw together with no effort at all my newest piece of outstanding Junk Art - titled 'Contraption'. A still,that is sure to make the best whiskey this side of the border (all legal, off course). Thanks to the recipe handed down to me from my Junk Forefather's with a good measure from Twinee.

If you are passing and see the light that dances constantly in a ring around my over inflated body and head, it is just a rusty metal Halo, don't be shy come on in and join me for a cuppa of my very best black coffee, if the crops in, I'll even throw in a cookie:)

Chronic Capers

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 16th, 2005 @ 20:34:42 , using 301 words, 591 views
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How did you enjoy my latest body art? Not half as much as I have is my guess, yep, nearly a week since I started my last round of ink art and already I'm all leaded out, chronically catatonic. Twinee first introduced me to the wonderful art of skin ink about the first time he introduced me to his best and most loyal friend Mr. Johnny Walker, not sure how I can thank him, but I keep on trying:)

Trying, now that about sums up the last couple of days, trying to get out of my rusty crypt cot and get my body kick started. Even with the aid of my daily doses, I couldn't seem to get my chronically abused and bruised, buff bod into the upright position (settle ladies, not every part of me, some parts just naturally stay up). Pain is another of my best friends, if it aint hurting it aint worth spit:) Over the next few weeks I will share with you more photos of my tribute the addiction and compulsion of ink art.

Funny isn't it, all of my afflictions and addictions seem to start with a and in a small way rhyme with chronic - alcoholic, asthmatic, allergic and outrageously attractive:)

Got a full dance card over the next few days, back to my medical man to have the remainder of my facial stitches removed (less those that I've picked out myself) - taking me to a new depth in craters:), commencing my next round of Junk Art classes (already overbooked with a waiting list - naturally), putting the final touches on my next exceptional artwork - Adultery (next door to room 13), be sure to look out for it when you drop by the crypt at next month's SALA festival.

Back to the rack for this abused Warrior..........

Burning Bruce

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 14th, 2005 @ 19:42:15 , using 72 words, 529 views
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Well I woke to the sound of rain leaking through the roof of my wooden hut onto my hoochy, so I had to quickly gather my saucpans to catch enough water for a coffee and cold bath, whew that was refreshing. Then out into my tin shed gallery to complete my latest junk sculpture titled "Bruce" it was soooo cold out there that I decieded to burn him to keep me warm ....

Big Prick Saturday

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 11th, 2005 @ 23:03:04 , using 354 words, 2445 views
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Woke frothing at the mouth with anticipation of the day that lay before me. Farted and blew the covers right off my buffed and toned body, scaring the sleeping Steve O doll laying beside me. Into the shower for another exciting rub down, two weetbix, toast and coffee later I was ready for the first of my big pricks. Put the Cryptmobile into auto pilot and cruised on over to my tattooist for a lengthy pricking session.
Twinee sure has got me addicted to these skin suckers and I just can't seem to get enough of them. Being a Warrior, it was only fitting that I should now cover my skin with markings befitting of my status, bold, large, powerful and a bloody awesome canvas. Several hours and many haematomas later I was ready to admire my latest markings....... take a look, don't you agree that I am a fine and molested Warrior?

With the first prick of the day out of the way it was off for my next test of courage, a meeting with my medical man who in an attempt to continue the fine work that the Lord has blessed me with took a scapel to my flaking and cratered face in an attempt to remove what I had believed to be a beauty spot, however, I have just realised after two years that it is just common all garden skin cancer. Several pricks later, scapel poised, I was feeling no pain, as pain has become my new best friend. Stitched, bleeding and bruised I set the Cryptmobile compass for Annie's where I knew I could get the attention and sympathy I so deserved, maybe even a little loving, after all a man can't be expected do everything for himself. A man gifted with a body and looks such as mine should never have to shake hands with unemployed unless he so desires, desire - no that just about sums up how I feel, mostly about myself.

Till next time, cast your eyes adoringly across my newest works, and if your'e feeling real lucky I'll send you the pillow I'm dribbling on.......

Written by:Steve Oatway Junk Artist
Published on June 11th, 2005 @ 22:47:04 , using 0 words, 988 views
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