Get the door its DJ Mounsey

Ive found a new project. Taking bits of posters, found on the street, to use for collage. They are often of pop stars or bands so have colourfull imagery. I also enjoy the ripped effect of what stays on the wall..Today i was attacking posters of Missy Elliot, on a busy main road. I had cut my finger (a VERY small cut) and was bleeding all over my stanley knife. A car drove past with thumping hip hop music. I felt a sudden solidarity with hip-hop culture come over me. It was all very 'cut & paste' , urban, street, reality hack, standing there with my bike , bits of Missy Elliott and blood everywhere.

This is a picture of Me, Princess Dianna(with a whole lot of bodyguards) and the then Minister of Internal affairs of England, in London, August, 1992. I had spend 8 months in London and had entered into a painting compitition called 'Images of Drugs in Southwark'. It was a scare campaign exhibition to promote getting kids off drugs. Most of the entrants were either kids (made to do it, obviously, by their school) or, much older, psychidelic artists.
I won first prize ( a trip for two to Malta) and a talk with princess Dianna and this Minister chap. The princess liked my (2) paintings and laughed at the humour they carried. (About cups of tea).She asked me..." and where did you get all your inspiration?". I replied, in all honesty, "from Drugs!" I had also entered a poem (seen framed on the very left of the photo) with a picture of Alice fom Wonderland. The poem was a' cut up' version from an original by L.Carrol.
Well..., it turned out they booked the trip too far in the future, and i wanted to head back to NZ , so I gave my ticket to my best friends i had hung out with in London.They were also my 'Drug' dealers who had so regularly provided me with quality hash.
This artistic triumph also got me into 'The New Zealand Womans Weekly' with an article and a cheezy photograph.

Dunedin Fringe festival-2002. I was invited to perform back in my NZ much loved city in the south, Dunedin. I had been practicing 'Butoh' for some years in Melbourne and had become quite excited by the dance form. I performed a solo piece in a main square downtown, taking off all my cloathes and 'being' a seagull. I entered into a gaggle of other seagulls and began swaking also.A friend threw me a piece of muffin. A small crowd of people watched in amusement.People looked out windows.Some kids laughed. I finished my performance and put my cloathes back on.Some police arrived and I was arressted. In the police car , I asked for the radio to be turned up as there was a song by the 'Freestylers' on their radio.The police complied, so it was a rocking trip down to the station.Once there I was warned, wasnt charged and set free.Later that day I was rung up on my cell ph by National radio.I had breif interview which was played on the news nation wide.Some journalists turned up and i gave statements which appeared in all the top newspapers in NZ.With headings such as 'Clipped Wings'. I mearly said that in my opinion seagulls didnt appear to wear cloathes so what i did was perfectly logical. A triumph in artistic persuit and for common sence.

Me Dressed as Mr. Death. Used in a Brunswick st Festival.
I handed out tailormade ciggarettes

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