RJB/ Vase with Nine Flowers I

RJB is like tinnitus, you don't notice RJB until someone else points RJB out then you see RJB everywhere in everything and you begin to wonder if there ever was a time before RJB and then RJB begins to drive you mad hiding in the vastness of the Pilbara for the past thirteen years, RJB has made use of the generosity of space and time, the lack of interruptions and the absence of personal relationships to formulate a uniqueness and a viewpoint that might be professionally described as an autistic tick. Unconstrained from the criticisms of his peers; as there are as yet none, RJB has been free to roam to the sometimes-terrifying edges beyond cognitive acceptance and often returns with armfuls of stories to tell and gloriously unique ways of telling them. Whimsically sullen, melodically insightful and delightfully stoic RJB is the commentary the end of times needs to hear.