Metal City - Hai Ina Ia Mai Ana Ka Puana

People.

This is a teacher I once knew.

And this is a girl I once knew.

Metal City Redux

I always thought I was just sort of shit. You know how it is. Not as good as the others. I always looked at my cartoons, and thought... if only the lines were crisper. If only the colours were sharper. If only there was more definition. More clarity. More beauty.

Then, finally, someone told me: "David! What's your damage? Haven't you ever heard of Illustrator, you silly bastard?"

And so, as though unlocking heretofore unheard of vistas of wonderful, life-affirming art, here is the best of Metal City 2004-2006. A few art pieces which I can now, legitimately, say are finished.

And I can rest, knowing that I'm not the talentless whore I suspected myself of being. The only difference between an amateur and a professional is technology. And, as Bowie once said, 'the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar'.

You're the blessed - and this is Metal City.

(Note: Comments have been switched off. I have no idea how to install blacklist software. If I turn comments on, I get flooded - as in, hundreds of emails a day, with spam. If anyone knows how to install a working blacklist, send me an email. I'll literally cry tears of joy.)

For the faithful who have stuck around, get ready. I'm going to rebuild Metal City very soon. Your patience will be rewarded with another few years of substandard nonsense.

Oh, and thanks to Dust and TheEye - I think you know what for.

Greensborough Ghost Story.

I know. I haven't posted anything in a while. I don't know if anyone's even reading this anymore. I highly doubt it, what with all the intrigue and in-fighting of the Australian blog world, why would anyone waste their time with this stupid, asinine little site?

Why, indeed?

I haven't posted because I've not had anything to say - and, when I have, I've not known how to say it. I don't know who reads this, and there are people who I don't want knowing things about me, or my life, and that has unfortunately changed a lot of the original purpose here. Oh well.

Things are changing. Life is changing. I'm ending up places that I didn't think I'd ever get to - and that's good. I have good students, publishers are looking keen, and I'm doing work that I'm pleased with. Money is slowly starting to be less of an issue than it has been in the past, and I might even finally get my car fixed. I might even put mags on it - what do you think of that?

But, it's not all over yet. I might start posting here again - I've missed it - and, I'll elaborate more on what's going on later. The point is, though, that I'm escaping - I haven't escaped. I have a lot of time - too much, really - to sit and brood and contemplate things that should simply be consigned to the dustbin of history. I think about old friends that I have since parted ways with, and I think about people I've known, and places that I've been - unfortunately, things haven't been easy for me, so I get kind of sad thinking about all this stuff, and the sadder I get, the more I think about it, and the more I think about it, the sadder I get, until I just give up and go out into the lounge to play with the 360.

So, I've not forgotten you. I'll be around. In the meantime - here's a couple of pictures that sum up life at the moment:

There's the Greensborough Ghost Story, that won't have an end until I can stop rehashing and the obsessing and the wondering about things that might have been, but weren't:

And there's the good things that make getting up in the morning worthwhile.