The North Queensland of the early 80s was a land of limited cultural heritage. After school  you returned home to watch the televised highlights of Monkees and the Banana Splits (One banana, 2 banana, 3, tra la la),  and afternoon snacks where the trifecta of Queensland fruits: banana, mango, pineapple.

In homage to this time of limited media, and those hot afternoon summers of boredom, I been introducing the the banana .. the  big banana, the yellow pearl, the yellow peril had invaded my paintings. – a homage twisted from the past into now. 

 So it’s a perverse tribute to that time – a banana, half alive, half tripod, like the B-movie monsters crawling from the depths into life. Half darwinian, half sci-fi – a banana skin is the half-octopus, half joke that slips into paintings.