69 Capel Street, West Melbourne VIC 3003

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Kings Artist-Run provides a location for contemporary art practice, supporting distinctive experimental projects by artists at all stages of their careers.
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KINGS Artist-Run acknowledges the Wurundjeri and Boonwurrung people of the Kulin Nation as the Traditional Custodians of the land on which we operate.

We offer our respect to Elders both past and present and extend this offer to all Australian First Nations people.

Warning to Special Driver of Special Train

Naimo Omar

14 March 2024–13 April 2024

I live my life in the belly of its engine


Another flash of colour scouring buildings

Another whoosh of gas and rubber and a flush 

I disappear between the fold of a blazer and the creasing of work boots

Shine captures, glistens high from black peaks and orange skies that stride

For the station

I disappear into the million eyes of a fly and see everything and nothing at once. 


The train from Flinders Street to Hoppers Crossing to the 166 bus.

    The train from Flinders Street to Werribee Station to the 180 or 182 bus.

The 48 or 11 tram to Southern Cross station to Hoppers-                                                                                                                                    Crossing-Station-to-the-166-bus/Werribee-Station-to-the-180-or-182-bus.

The train from Flinders Street to Hoppers-  Crossing-to-the-166-bus/Werribee-Station-to-the-180-or-182-bus.


The crown sat on a train seat once. It waited for the good, loyal men to clear the way, and then it sat on a plump seat in a train and chugged away to wherever was ready for some good ploughing and polluting. Gum tree berries shrank back into their roots, or were chopped off, and notes of cash and streaming tears sprouted from the wounds.The ebb and flow of fields and battered warehouses, soccer fields to army bases, a mosque, a forgotten car, a creek beneath a bridge and the drip of remnant petrol, snaking through stones and cracks in space. Jobs were found, out in Country, and loss was found, out in Country. It didn’t start with trains, but they helped.


I ride the Werribee train now, and I sit in the seat now, reading the names of the ploughed and polluted off of darkened upholstery, the places where trees were uprooted and people too, and houses and business abound. I live my life in the belly of its engine, I try to remember.


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  • My practice centres around a constant dissection of the different factors that comprise my identity (Black, Muslim, fat, cis woman, child of Somali diasporic parents) and how they intersect/interact with each other — how it exists in both private and public spheres as well as the relativity of public and private when contextualised in a multitude of spaces and situations. It simultaneously functions as an active critique on viewers and their intrinsic perspectives as well as an essential reflective process facilitating healing and emotional resolution. Through the intersection of painting, moving image, text and found object installation, I seek to explore the precarious nature of existing societal structures around bodies and interrogate the various experiences of minority peoples in these spaces.