Glenn Brady
My name is Glenn Brady and I was raised in Brisbane on the North side of the city in a suburb that was the same as all the other suburbs around it. I roamed the streets of my suburb daily...half of it rows of wooden houses mostly built in the 1950's..the other half a large industrial estate with plenty of large, hot, galvanized iron sheds which gladly opened there doors for any teenager fed up with school or home,or both....so they could pursue a career in sorting nuts and bolts,cutting out plastic shapes or shaping cheap wooden furniture.....its no wonder everyone I knew was on a variety of drugs and alcohol, roaming the streets on bmx bikes or cheap old cars from the 70's looking for girls or something to do...no future sport stars amongst us.... I wanted to paint it...badly..but didn't know how...and I wasn't interested in anything else....so Punk rock introduced itself in all its raw, new, angry glory to me when i was 15 in 1981...and i jumped head first into it..oh yes!..having much fun with many types of people...funny,loud,rude,crazy,violent and in many cases now, dead... 25 years later I paint these average looking streets and the people ,good and bad,normal and strange,happy,in love,angry and sad and unloved,or forgotten, who dwell among the never ending grid of main roads,car yards,video shops and fast food joints...a filthy factory on one side of the street..a beautiful jacaranda tree on the other....
