The Small Balls

So I made a little video to promote an art show fellow comic Trav Nash and I are putting on upstairs at a great French cafe and music venue La Niche on Smith Street Fitzroy. Trav sold several paintings on opening night, I also moved units as they "say" in the "business". Lots of comedy buddies came along, activists and just plain normal folk.


We're having a closing night party on the 12th of December. Should be awesome, since I now am expert at schmoozing.

      






























Guess who doesn't know how to place photos on a bliggety blog? Jesus, that's just sad.

I'm a comic an artist and an activist, so the last piece made before showtime was made while I kept one eye on the streets of G20 Brisbane through Twitter.


  
  I spend most days glued to social and activist media while making sculpture, so it's great to get this show out there, sell pieces and have no idea how to place photos on this age properly.


 I've been working on a product and it's turned out to be the Small Balls, sculptures made to be lit up.



The Small Balls are $150 Australian, weigh very little and can be mailed anywhere on Earth. I'll have a website up with multiple photos of pieces to flick through and choose. I won't even mention the Big Balls, they're $1000 and so you see.

Here's the very fune vidjo I made because I am fune.













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