Showing posts with label Bunkwaa busking street art cartoon characters. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 11, 2009

Dioramwaa!



Yep, that's right....While my friends were out partying the other night i stayed home and built a diorama! I filled it with my characters while busking in Newtown last Saturday. I think it worked. I'm going to keep modifying, maybe at some more lights and pop-up elements, then i will become the über-nerd i've always dreamt of!

It was a great day to be in Newtown. lots of new artists hanging out in the space. A band played funky tunes in the afternoon, which filled the space with a wicked vibe. I'll have a video coming soon.



zooey's (probably not the coreect spelling of his name) paintings

Rob Greens awsome work. He's becoming quiet the popular artist.

George's fantastic cut-outs

christmas eve



Dispite the rain i had a really fun day busking on christmas eve. I was going to construct my own nativity scene but went with a mermaid theme instead. i have no idea why.



Rob, morris, myself, ramji and shantal.


Sunday, September 28, 2008

Like a lizard drawing



Like the flowers, The Sun was giving out good vibrations. I slithered like a Lizard from underneath my rock, headed to Newtown, I created some of my characters on the street and boggled my eyes about. Saturday was one of those awesome days when Newtown is such a good place to be. The underground art fair was on at the hub, poets and musicians out on the street, the misplaced and forgotten with cups in their hands.

All morning my characters sneaked off and roamed King street by themselves. Where they are now? I have no idea. The last i heard was that one found refuge somewhere in cave , the other said he was looking for the freewheelin' Bob Dylan

Taking time to smell the flowers was made a little easier, along King street, as flowers sprouted up from in-between the cracks of the footpath. Each flower had the distinct perfume, or ordure la smell of Bus exhaust. One wiff, and you are reminded that the combustible engine isn't that great.

The Afternoon saw a bunch of characters go like cute puppies in a wildfire. I’m sure they’ve all gone to cool homes, especially little Afro Boy. Nude fairies fluttered about all day, the universe spewed colour that resonated all around the space, and Rodney Dangerfield lay in a DVD coffin. All under the watchful eye of Martin Luther King.






Fairy paintings by Jess Rose.