BIO' (FORMAL VERSION:)

Paul D Robertson is a multi-multi-award-winning artist living and working in Perth, Western Australia.

He may be reached at pauldrobertson@hotmail.com or on 0417 977 048.

He has exhibited nationally and his work has been hung alongside such Australian greats as Arthur Boyd, Sydney Nolan, Brett Whitely and James Gleeson. In 2001 he won the WA Premier's award. His work is held in collections nationally and internationally.
He has a bachelor of fine arts from Curtin University, and a diploma of art and design from TAFE.
Since beginning working as a full time artist in mid-2000, he has had 7 solo shows and participated in many group exhibitions.
These include exhibitions at:
The South Perth civic centre
Camelot hall in Mosman Park
2 one-man shows at 274 Gallery in Northbridge.
A solo show lasting for 11 months at the Babylon Hotel in Victoria Park.
A huge and much publicizes exhibition at The Hawthorn Art Gallery, opened by then Premier of WA, Dr Geoff Gallop.
'Little Creatures' gallery, brewery and restaurant.

Schubert Gallery Gold Coast, Queensland.

"Lizzie's" in Woodlands (2006)

Paul D Robertson has won these AWARDS since mid 2000:

Royal Australia and New Zealand College Of Psychiatrists 41st Annual Congress Award (in June 2006 – with the piece on show here “the Intoxication Of Shadows.”)

Victoria Park Cultural art award,
Victoria Park Premier’s Award
Victoria Park Pater Award.
Neerigan Art Award
Rockingham Art Award.
Wongan Hills Art Award.
Katanning Art Award.
City of Gosnells art award
Maddington Art award
Mosman Park Art award(twice) Headland Art award,
Williams art award,
WA premier's award
City of Melville Art Award
"The 41st Annual Congress Art Awards (this one was international, but I did only come second.)"

There are suppose to be more, but he can't find them. His ex-girlfriend Kirsty says there are lots more, but she has a REAL JOB now and can't be expected to go through his room (or as he prefers to call it his "nest") and all the rest of his stuff and find them for him even though he asked her nicely and offered to make her a cup of tea. He could do it but he is afraid of spiders.

Artist's statement:

In the corners of our sweaty palms, nested in the secret lines twisting bizarre and unique. In the softest inane creak as the bones in our fingers curl. Longing, have you felt it in the tips of your fingers, pulling at the flesh on the inside of your arms? Have you ever felt your muscles jerk – sudden and violent, overwhelmed for a moment by craving? Brutal.
Irresistible.
It is a mundane magic – our own unconscious smile suddenly seen and caught, disarming and warm in a glimpsed reflection. As probability collapses. In the trickle of wishes at the back of our necks.
Beatific in hope; a frisson of what may be. If it might oh let it. This magic – a mute spell of touch…the spell of the never-seen small of our backs pressed against the warm belly of a lover.

It is as magical as the scale, the startling magnitude of hunger as we kiss and kiss and kiss. Lips hot slippery hot against our own. The immersion of lust… a moment etiolated a welcome trick of tongues that in this at least cannot lie – but it ends! – a click of white teeth on stained. Breathless and sudden and sticky. Saliva cooling on our cheeks in the night air.
The lock; the click of that skin pressed so easily with such lazy comfort.

I believe in never.
I believe in all the way.

While some may take the impersonation of Cartoon super-heroes lightly, I find it a gravely serious matter

Paul Ranting, and posing of course, in front of the painting 'The Music Of Flesh" (sold early 2008)

Paul vs the bushes

A claymore (Scottish two-handed sword) may be talller than he is, but is it enough to take on the bush at the front of his house? Can our hero prevail?

Paul in a piggy hat 2002ish.

ANOTHER ARTIST'S STATEMENT

The idea of light and dark, yin and yang, in the language of the Dao – where there is good there is bad, heat there is cold. In my experience this has proven to be the case not in the spiritual sense (or in karma, which doesn’t really work if you take reincarnation out of the picture,) but in everything that we do within the bounds of the material world.
I am about as much of an atheist as a person can be (this doesn’t mean that I do not respect the beliefs of others!)
If the idea of an afterlife is removed from the equation, then the moments, the time that we have, is not lessened in value. In an absolute sense, what we have, this life – each week day hour minute second is in actuality made infinitely more precious. It must mean more to us, because this is all that we have.
It means also that the responsibility for living well, for living to the hilt with everything within us lies with us, in our hearts and minds. With our love, our strength, the veracity and purity of our actions.

But it is also in some ways a bleak way of looking at the world. Because to me, these moments must end. They must.

So this piece, as almost every one of my others, has this attempt at beauty, and it has an undercurrent, a swelling, of sorrow.

Because life is beautiful. And because life is also sad.

Paul.

The Hair! The Hair!!