Enough with the fighting, please.
It’s a toxic disease;
the steed of tormentors looking to ease or displease,
to sow seeds that grow weeds.
With stolen freedoms blindly appeased,
cannot yet see
they are down on their knees.
Grey tones echo and grow.
Sometimes it seemed there wasn’t that much to know.
But the day glo that screams hello,
and the conscience debate, to and fro,
to and fro,
Fingertips to the sky, hinge from the waist, touch your toes.
Gaze off the tip of your nose.
Breathe through the adversity, hurdle the foes,
try to downplay the blows
and who knows?
Maybe we’ll float away from those woes.
I wrote this while thinking of a friend back home who is having a shit time <3
Making art for the sake of it might mean different things to some than others. To me, it means working on all the projects I never had the time/energy/courage for.
It means ignoring the self-doubt that says “this is crap, no one will like what you’re doing”. It isn’t about what other people like.
It means accepting that the real art is in the creative process, and the final outcome, the body of work, is only the last representation of that artistic expression.
It means submission to our own creative powers, whatever they are, for the sake of it.
A collection of photos from Tasmania, Spring/Summer 2014.
What you see is what you get.
Here is a small collection of photos from our most recent road trip back to Tasmania from Perth, Western Australia.
We had everything left that we owned packed into our station wagon by clown car standards. It took more than 7 repacks; none of those are fond memories.
For something different, we went via Esperence in WA and down the Great Ocean Road in Victoria (instead of the far quicker, less challenging highways).
The whole trip was over 4000km and took 5 days driving, plus 1 night on the ferry.
I didn’t take nearly as many photos as I would have liked, but I had my hands full with a 2 year old and 100% of the driving responsibility.
The blank spaces make me want to go and do it all over again.
I love Australian Hip Hop.
I love listening to it in my car, learning the lyrics and watching it live on stage.
In November last year (’14), I had the pleasure of being in the crowd at the Republic Bar in Hobart when Briggs’ Sheplife Tour hit town.
The night brought together local Tasmanian hip hop artists Dunn D, DJ Dameza and DJ Mad, as well as Mildura-born MC Philly, and Mr. Briggs himself.
The crowd was pumping – with testosterone especially – and a humorous atmosphere was facilitated by great beats and full grit.
If you have the chance, check out any of these artists. They are all down-to-earth guys following their passions: who doesn’t aspire to that?
I sat down for what felt like ages, anxiously trying to squeeze out a brilliant, life-altering idea.
That moment is strangely magical, when you find clarity in having no idea whatsoever.
The blank page is shining bright and I look into it, tapping my fingers, wondering…”what next?”
The reward for me is that I turned up, and asked the question.
Most things tend to move a bit slower in the Central-West of New South Wales, especially in the summer when the waves of heat can seem endless.
The rainbow landscape, forever on the change, ignores the time controls of human existence. Ominous clouds, hardly pierced by the fierce sun, roll across a flawless blue sky and within seconds, a beautiful day is ankle deep in rain.
The beauty of nature, unique scenes of Australia, detract from a quiet culture (where is it?) and the whiff of colonial pride.
The Ag-Life is not for me, but I knew that when I was a child.
I’m just passing through.