The Esplanade Market – Final Call (Now Boarding: Freedom)

After decades of laughter, weather wars, and sharing my work with some truly unforgettable characters(and a few I wish I could forget), the time has come to pack up the prints and call it a day. A massive thank you to the legends — from collectors with walls bigger than the MCG, with wallets smaller than a meat pie at the footy, you’ve made this journey unforgettable. To the wanderers who promised to "come back later" and disappeared into the St Kilda Bermuda Triangle, never to return. 😅 To the business card collectors—I’ll file you under “Maybe”… right next to “Never.”

To the curious ones who asked about every location, camera, lens, and direction to the toilets — your thirst for knowledge is unmatched. And to the folks who still can’t tell the difference between a photo, a painting, or a drawing — I admire your imagination.To those shocked and offended when I asked them not to take close-ups of my work like they were shooting a product catalogue… I’m sorry. Kind of. Well not really.

That’s a Wrap 🎬

No more stallholder politics. No more market meltdowns, shade wars, or hailstorms from hell. I’m done with gale-force winds, sideways rain, triathlons that block every road but the one I need, stallholder drama over spaces, and food trucks that are somehow both deafening and smelly, or browsers flipping through prints with fingers smearing jam across my work like it’s part of the art. No more dogs marking their territory on my stock as I try to setup, or the scooter riders tearing down the Esplanade like they’ve qualified for Albert Park!

No more weather radar obsession and checking the BOM every 6 mins! The market umbrella has officially come down. The gear’s packed. The knots in my shoulders have finally unclenched — I’m free. Emotionally, meteorologically, and spiritually.

This website will self-destruct on August 29th, 2025.