Writer’s Blergh

Here we are again; staring into that searing white screen, similar to an animal caught in headlights. The dire commitment I made to  myself to publish something today is hanging sombrely over my head.

You see, I had this great idea to write about. An awesome, important and powerful subject; meaningful, challenging, gutsy, etc.

But because [enter excuse here], I haven’t had the chance…balls to write it.

And then this afternoon I was given a window of opportunity; an unlikely second chance for the space and peace to write. I sit down with the laptop, breathe deeply, assume the keyboard position and then…nothing.

Heavily aware of the time ticking away at a mad pace, I am cold and speechless.

Creative block. Writer’s shame. That crippling, systematic barrier between empty thoughts and brilliant ideas. Where once there stood a grand and daring concept, there is now ash and vanity; blank stupidity, kind of like a hangover, where one is left to wallow in the rubble of their own confusion.

And then somehow, the prospect of writing nothing at all grows altogether more fearsome. Being defeated by the blank page is far worse than polluting it with scribbles, or any one of those empty thoughts.

So I am writing this because something is better than nothing. I can always try again for that big one tomorrow.





On New Directions and Friendly Faces

I went on an unannounced blogging break during April, and spent the month looking at my family and home life, reading, writing, doing yoga, wedding planning and focusing on honing my goals. I accidentally took the month away from art practise too; other than carving my first initial into the dining table and a doing couple of inner-critic-disrupting doodles in my journal.

It wasn’t so bad; I think when I’m ready to come back to art I’ll be ready to move with my own approach and stop trying to do art the way I think it should be done. I stepped back from my creative persona, this time without guilt, to rewrite it naturally and dissolve the forced feelings I felt towards creative self-expression. For the first time in forever I was able to peacefully and happily be myself without any attachment to identity.

During this time, I’ve been nutting out some massive ideas and frighteningly exciting dreams for the future, and looking at where HjP fits into all of that. There was an incredible amount of stuff to work through. I hadn’t prepared myself for the massive splurge of inspired ideas or the gentle flex back into naivety. It’s exciting to discover what is possible when we let go of the hopeless idea that we aren’t good enough to make our dreams realities.

I’ve only just emerged from the huge mountain of goals, lists, desires and fears that I created or discovered during April. Each honest reflection of myself uncovered another piece of the huge puzzle that once put together, makes 1 incredible idea. After taking the time to sit with this idea for a few days, nurturing it and allowing self-criticism to fall away, I found my perspective: even if I haven’t discovered how to make it happen, it’s not impossible.

“Figuring out the how, when, and where of what you want is not your job. The universe is a much better master planner than you or I could ever be.” – Mary Beth Maziarz, Kick-Ass Creativity

I arrived at three conclusions about Hijacked Planet:

  1. It’s a launching pad and showcase for projects and ideas; it is motivation to improve as a writer and artist, and inspires me to inspire others.
  2. Hijacked Planet will transform organically into a web of constructive bohemia, communicating through inspiration, creative journalism, self-expression, storytelling, activism, art-making, idea and information sharing, and powered by a collective of diverse creatives from across the globe to spread unity, happiness, and peace.
  3. That for Hijacked Planet to grow into the world-changing phenomenon it desires to be, I will need some help.

Enter Adelle.

Weary wanderers; Texas, USA

Weary wanderers: Rosi and Adelle in Dallas, TX









Adelle is a designer, a traveler and a thinker. I first met her five years ago during a trip across the US. It wasn’t long before we were running amok, philosophising, sharing books, music, tequila, poetry, letters, photographs, ideas, stories and a smelly Contiki bus.

We bonded over our mixed ties to Australia and New Zealand, and explored the parameters of cities like Memphis, Las Vegas and Dallas, bouncing together hyperactively from place to place with auras of freedom and invincibility inside the impossible timeline of the regimented tourism industry.

After that adventure, I returned to Australia, while Adelle went on to Europe and the UK. 5 years later, after moving back to the Southern Hemisphere and doing the corporate, nine-to-five-standard for a while, Adelle quit her day-job and has agreed to help me transform this blog. I can’t speak for both of us, but I am pretty amped to have a comrade to work with and bounce ideas off.

Right now we are working on awesome new content, and hope to start publishing at the beginning of June ; stuff like art journalling, medium and technique exploration, illustrations, artworks and designs, photography, typography, current affairs journalism and creative non-fiction.

In other news, I have finally started writing the manuscript for my graphic novel. After 8 years of characters and plot lines niggling away at my thoughts and visiting me in my dreams, I’ve finally got the ball rolling on actually writing it. More on that further down the track. You might also notice some updates in the way the site looks now: we’ve changed themes, added our profiles to the side bar, and updated the About page.

I can feel a change in this late Autumn breeze. There is a tingling of excitement in every task I complete, finally saying farewell to the serial procrastinator I once was and carving my way towards this idea of “potential”. Tonight I am celebrating this post with a big glass of wine. Here’s to chasing dreams, and making them come true!


Happy Birthday Yayoi Kusama!

“If not for art, I would have killed myself a long time ago.” – Yayoi Kusama


Yayoi Kusama, the Japanese-born, contemporary artist with a life-long obsession for polka-dots, turns 85 today. Her fascination with art and polka-dots traces back to her childhood, and she has spent the most part of her life producing bodies of work that include paintings, installations, sculptures, performances, fashion design and photographs.

Some of my favourites by Yayoi Kusama include:

Flowers that Bloom at Midnight, 2011


The Obliteration Room, 2011



The Infinity Mirror Rooms


Infinity Mirrored Room, 1996


Fireflies on the Water, 2001

My favourite thing about Kusama’s works are that they are universal; they appeal to the curious child in all of us with an ambience of fantasy and infinite possibilities. I have never seen one of her exhibitions in the flesh, but I would definitely wait in line for a chance inside one of those mirror rooms!

Check out more from Yayoi Kusama’s catalogue on her official site, or punch her name into your pinterest search bar and go on a trip.

Happy Birthday Yayoi.


Home: A Note from West Aus.

Tasmania: hauntingly strange, painfully familiar, achingly far. It has an unsettling call that lashes wildly across ocean and desert; a spirited place with a frozen echo.

The island is both epically beautiful, and sincerely tragic, with rugged and brutal truths that were written in a long forgotten secret language.

Roads weave endlessly over steep rises and around sharp corners; you can feel the lingering nostalgia in the isolation, and hear the land whispering and murmuring to itself through the wind.

It is indescribable, and it is fascinating. It is cryptic, it is desolate, it is lonely. It is perfect.

I can’t wait to feel the cold air on my face.


Wedding Art: Save the Date


I made the Save the Date for our wedding this year, using watercolours and a fine ink pen. I always get really good feedback on these kind of mandala inspired designs, so I thought it would be great to be able to send one personally to everyone.

It’s also way cheaper to make one informative artwork, photograph it, and email it to guests, as opposed to sending out 80 individual ones through the post. Incidentally, saves on heaps of paper too. Go figure?

Oh, and did you notice the Gold Tops?

Other than a couple of fatigue related errors, I’m stoked with how this came out! Now, to start brainstorming for the invitation…
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Mandala Dream Catcher

It’s a bit late to the table, but this is the first drawing for the year. It’s the first design for a totally awesome project, to be completed 31st of December 2014. I’ll have more to say about that project in the coming weeks, when the right words surface.


Dream Catchers are really cool, when they aren’t New-Age-Made-In-China-Over-Commercialised-Tokens-of-Hype. I’m certainly not one (these days) to go down to the local hippie shop, purchase a dream catcher, hang it over my bed at home and expect my nightmares to subside.

The thing about dream catchers that gives me the warm fuzzies is the web-like construction, the In With The Good And Out With The Bad philosophy associated with them, and the downright whimsy of the things. They are relatives of the mandala, another ancient creative practice.

This is a sketch for a series of designs based on the same mandala. Graphite pencil.



From the Sketchbook: More watercolours, more mandala

Inspired by space and love

Inspired by space and love

On Xmas evening, I took to the watercolours again and spontaneously drew this mandala. Creative motivation is brief for now, and it’s important to run with it when it does pop up, however infrequently that is.

More colour mixing practise; I’m trying to get as many different tones out of the paints as possible, but the pigment is sensitive, and often leads me into accidentally creating a colour that is already on the palette! Blending is the next technique I plan to experiment with.

I intended to sharpen the whole thing with an ink pen, and started to in the middle. But the colours are quite harmonious together so I’m sitting on my hands with that decision…

Mandalas are fun for watercolour studies. Each time I draw a new one, it is somehow more satisfying than the one before it. Perhaps I am accessing more of myself with each mandala; maybe  I’m just getting a steadier hand and more creative control! One thing is for sure: mandalas are fun, pretty and soulful. What more could you ask for when you’re scribbling in your sketchbook?

Happy New Year!