What’s wilder — your walls or your family traditions?

Some people hang soft pastels and polite florals in their lounge rooms. I hang wild animals that look like they’re about to chew through the wall and escape into the house. My latest artwork, Wolverine Wallpaper, is exactly that kind of beautiful menace. A vortex of striking blue wolverine heads, spinning and snarling like a kaleidoscope of chaos, joy, survival and teeth. Honestly, what could be more striking in your pink lounge room than that? It’s bold, it’s absurd, it’s alive, and it doesn’t apologise for taking up space. Apart from making an insanely good fabric pattern, this wallpaper artwork is also a 1/1 original art print, $256AUD, 76 x 76, unframed, shipped worldwide at no extra cost. One artwork, one owner, no clones, no mass-produced soul-sucking nonsense. Just you and your wall full of wolverines.

I think that’s why I love making these animal wallpapers so much. They feel like living things, like ecosystems in motion. They’re not decoration. They’re declarations. They say: this house belongs to someone who’s not here to play safe, beige, or invisible. They’re for people who know life is wild, unpredictable, beautiful, brutal, hilarious and often all at once. Wolverines, in particular, are perfect for this. They’re misunderstood, underestimated, scrappy, and utterly unkillable.

Write about a few of your favorite family traditions.

Which brings me neatly to family traditions, because ours are less “matching pyjamas and scented candles” and more “saltwater, sand, sweat, sun, animals, and survival with snacks.” Being in Australia, Christmas morning isn’t about fireplaces and snow globes, it’s about getting to the beach before the sun tries to kill you. We head down first thing, before the crowds wake up and before the UV index turns the sun into a direct energy weapon. Breakfast on the beach, salty air, kids running feral, ocean doing its ancient breathing thing, it’s the most grounding way to start a day that’s otherwise been hijacked by tinsel and capitalism.

Another sacred ritual is family movie days when it’s stinking hot outside, like this week where it’s been above 40 degrees every day. That’s not summer, that’s the planet actively reminding us that Mother Nature is still the boss. So we bunker down. Movies on. Curtains closed. Cold drinks. And at lunchtime, it’s not just sandwiches and snacks, it’s hosing down the duck and chook yards and throwing ice into their water like we’re running a tiny animal spa retreat. Because if we’re suffering, at least the birds can be hydrated and slightly confused by floating ice cubes.

These traditions matter to me because they’re not performative. They’re practical. They’re survival-based. They’re about staying connected to each other, to the animals, to the land, to the reality that life isn’t meant to be sterile or perfectly curated. It’s meant to be lived, sweated through, laughed at, occasionally sworn at, and then turned into art.

That’s exactly what my Wolverine Wallpaper is. It’s a tradition in visual form. A pattern born from chaos, repetition, obsession, and joy. A reminder that you’re allowed to put something feral, weird, and alive on your walls. A reminder that art doesn’t have to behave. And neither do you.

If your lounge room feels too calm, too polite, too well-adjusted, this is your invitation to disrupt it with a vortex of blue wolverine heads. One artwork. One owner. One wall that will never be boring again.

Buy – Wolverine Wallpaper Print $256AUD