This is an old canvas i cracked out back in the days living out in the Yallingup forest.. i was frothing on a graphic designer but i cant remember his name.. he was the inspiration for this. anyway i havent done a canvas for a year an a day so the other day an old friend and i ran down the g store and shelled some clams for those shiny little fresh ones.. the kind of almost art that develops over red wine and "flavoured" brownies... il post the results of this movement soon..... in the meantime kill the boredom.. get your hands on a freshy today!
I learnt a bit more about that this morning in my meditation class.
I dont often post other peoples goodies on my blog much these days but I thought I'd share a few little pearls of inspirational wisdoms. Everyone inspires someone. To see more of what makes me tick click here
i do like colour... i pinky swear.
Recent colaboration with the talented H&M artist Luciana Rose and Spell and the Gypsy Collective. Check out the Fox and Bambi Blog post and the Blue Lagoon Shoot here.
Where do I begin?
So... as I write this to you I am in Torquay, Victoria, its 12:56pm and im due to jump on a plane in Tullamarine heading to W.A in approximately 4 hours. This is only the beginning.
I just had a brief chat with good mate Gaz Parker and I think I now have to add Mexico onto this list of adventures in the search for inspiration and wild white horses.
I have been down this part of the country now for the last few days sharing epic stories with legend and now good friend Craig "Gonzo" Baird... im just about to take my singo and quaddy out of the car after surfing epic Bells and pack my 6'3 coffin to get me to the next leg of this fine journey.
Gonzo... I cant begin to tell you how rad this bloke is... I love painting surfboards.. this guy got paid for 25 years to paint them for Ripcurl, boy he has a story or two and plenty of art to froth over. An amazing human who would give the shirt off his back and the boards from his garage (theres a few). Legend.
When asking me if I have ever surfed with Ozzy I thought he meant Wright and im like "yeah at the pass once with all the kids" he comes out in a long black wig and blue tinted round sunnies saying lets get these logs in the car and head up the coast.. then after il take you down to Lorne for lunch and Johanna to suss out those waves you were frothing on.. (iv been watching endless movies on Wayne Lynch the last few days) Hahaha im hardly suprised by this Ozzy Osbourne get up cos until now I have yet to find a human as stoked on Led Zeppelin as I... but Gonzo has nailed it and then some... you should see this dudes music collection. What about board collection?
The man has a few... not to mention the Museum he curates... you should see the boards in there!!!!!
So stoked that this has been the beginning of the journey. I started off by dumping a load of my art, photos and 6'6 painted stubby in a glass cabinet of the museum. What an honour...My life in its simplest expressive form is now on display in the Surf World Museum in Torquay... Surfers and their Stories, of the last 7 exhibitions I have been in over the last 2 years this one definately takes the cake!
Seriously honoured... Iv seen so much incredible surfing history in the last few days... The orginal plastic machine, THE Bells contest trophy, Rell Sun's Quaddy, Wayne Lynch's Keyo Singo which I drooled over for sooo long, Simon Andersons Bells winning thruster, MP's Bells trophy (i didnt ring it i swear) and his winning shirt he surfed in. I could go on for hours... and believe me I was in that place for hours, perched up next to an old combi (in doors) watching Lynch surfing somewhere near the 12 Apostles... the vicco winds howling outside bringing in swell for the days to follow... Iv been so blessed.
And to have just surfed cranking Bells... I could feel the legends out there and the real open ocean under my feet.
My life is a dream.
Next stop W.A
Family & friends
Weeks on end I'll hang at home, pulling together articles, photos and various material before heading off to Indonesia for a while... after that time will only tell...
Il keep you in the loop...... im running out of space on this blog but il figure it out...
There is also a book in the pipeline :)
Keep chasing white horses... I know I will be
Cosmos... I found these shots today when I was collating some images for a new project I'm working on.. silently under the radar in the confines of my bedroom, I have the company of sunflowers so its all good.
These were taken in the fall, somewhere between the cold of winter and the sunshine of summer.. Somewhere between beanies and wide brims, cold enough for hobo gloves to keep your hands warm between a cold beer just before splendour in the grass. How handy you can smoke a ciggy in them? Fall has passed but summer has come and filled its place.
Have a look at what these cosmic kids are doing they covered you for winter.. now see what they have for summer.
Dont steal my skateboard photo jobs again or I swear I'll steal your girlfriend.
"Anger, pride, competitiveness and so forth are our real enemies. So, since there isnt anybody who hasnt gotten angry at sometime, we can on the basis of our own experience understand that no one can be happy with an attitude of anger" - The Dalai lama
and just so you know the wise man also said this....
" I think when tragic things happen it is on the surface. It's like the ocean. On the surface a wave comes and sometimes the wave is very serious and strong. But when it comes and goes, comes and goes, underneath the ocean always remains calm."
i must admit i thought i had been keeping up with things.. i was wrong. my washing is still in the washing machine. oops. but your not really interested in that.
there is a list far too long to be bothered reading of things im not entirely keeping up with.
if time was a person id say i would have stabbed them. but then you would think i was a weirdo. so i wont.
yes it is late.
deadline or time?
nar its not really that bad.
i always leave things to the last minute.
i was talking with a friend as to why this might be over a cigarette i had after a 10 and a half hour day at work.
the other work.
maybe its a good thing. maybe it makes you more spontaneous with decisions. maybe it is truth. maybe it is unplanned, more expressive, maybe it is to be present.
what comes out, comes out whether it is over 5 days or 10 years.
ok i just read that and maybe it makes sense maybe it doesnt.
its my blog and i will cry if i want to.
i realised tonight that i wasnt the only person that wasnt keeping up.
sometimes when your passionate about something you will do anything to keep it alive. keep it from going out. keep at it until it is all you ever do. but it never leaves you. the passion will never die, if its what you truely love. sometimes passion can consume us. take us from our loved ones and drag us into its cave where time doesnt exist, where you definitely dont keep up with the jones' and where.. when its just you and passion.. the whole world seems to disappear.
and everyone in it.
i think i am starting to keep up with myself. im growing all the time and i definitely think iv wised up to more shit now than when i was younger. i feel these days are the days to keep up with yourself. know what you want and what makes you happy. dont keep up to time. time killed his brother patients and thats not a good role model. dont keep up with the so and so's... who the hell are they anyway and why are they staring at me? dont keep up with the trends cos they always die young. dont keep up with the postman. i dont know about you but mine keeps sending me bills.
so thats why i have some catching up to do.
work is for jerks
art is for fun.
or maybe its passion.
i think its both.