i was given the name isaiah. i preferred being called zai. i've been alive for about seventeen years and i don't know who i am. i have really bad anxiety. my favorite color is grey. i skateboard and rap. its currently dark in my room and the light from the computer screen is hurting my eyes. when i'm in a bad mood, i sleep on my hardwood floor. i dont know what else to say. im kinda tall. i used to play football and basketball was actually pretty good but.. nothing makes me feel more free than this piece of wood with wheels. it takes 21 steps to get from the front door of my house to my bedroom. i am homeless. i have an "inspirations" album on my iPod Touch and every morning, as soon as i wake up, i look through every picture before starting my day. I have "artists never die" tattooed across my chest. it feels good to look in the mirror and only see myself... i don't have a religion. i love my little brother. my dad doesn't exist. my grandmother is beautiful. my grandfather is dead. i've been single for three years. i love pineapples. i love sex. i fucking love my life.
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Michael Peck (b.1977, Australia) - Untitled. Oil on Linen, 198 x 198cm (2011)
Using crashed World War II planes, as seen through the eyes of innocent children, the new body of work explores Michael’s relationship with his two grandfathers, who both served in World War II.
Both men passed away within months of each other in 2010, prompting Michael to contemplate how little he knew about their lives and consider our inherited experiences of conflict across generations.
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