13 May 2017

"All that I am or ever hope to be..." ― Abraham Lincoln

From left to right: The Venus of Hohle Fels,
The Venus of Dolní Věstonice,
The Venus of Willendorf

I may be slightly premature but there is method to this madness. Here in the Southern Hemisphere, tomorrow is Mothers Day. Like most holidays these days, crass commercialism often masks ideas and dilutes our reason. Not at those moments with shy eyes and lumpy throats we pass our cards or hand over gifts. Those eyes and throats know, it’s the TV ads, rushing round or the too busy to ring moments that steal so I wanted to snatch back from life this year for just a second.

Everyday of my life I walk past a photo of my Mother. It hangs in the hall in a modest black frame taken two years after I was born. She is leaning close to me as I clutch the edge of a no-doubt orange or green 70’s sofa balancing myself, in black and white. Not for style as the fading shades testament but because that was another time. Before the tellings off of my naughties, the disapprovings of my teens or eye rollings of my 20’s. Long before my memories permit my Mum sat perched, ready to catch me if I fell. This has never changed. It’s often the trees hiding the forest and in this respect a day out of 365 seems pale to bated breath, edge of seat for god knows how long but if moments and photos like this teach me anything it’s don’t wait to say thank you, or I love you or I couldn’t do this without you or you don’t look any different to me than you do in that photo Mum.

If you ever find yourself working your ass off, trying that little bit harder or taking a little more care just so someone might be proud of you. Know then that you are lucky and know they cared long before you’ll ever know. Happy Mothers Day to all the Mums and thank you to all the women who have featured in my life. Thank you for the time, lessons and helping me become a better Man. To the Mum’s to be, may you know all the reasons why…

13 Apr 2017

10 Apr 2017

Gerard Geer - Chimaephera

Gerard Geer's work seems to be in a constant curve of intricacy. This combining and re-imagining is often copied but none do it to this level. The handmade/natural nature of both the bone Chimeras and grown crystals seem at first, to inhabit dusty alchemy texts or religious tomes but the longer I look at them they begin to morph. A slight metallic taste of the future creeps in, nano tech morphology, perhaps genetic manipulation or free forming. It's not clear to me at all, suffice to say the product is more than the sum of the parts. Like movies, I like art that poses questions, not answers. Gerard Geer for me is that in spades. I hear Geer has a solo show "Chimaephera" opening on the 6th of May at the BeinArt Gallery in Melbourne. 

29 Mar 2017

Battle for slumburbia

Battle for slumburbia - Simple lifestyle solutions for growing paranoia. Mixed media

23 Feb 2017

You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows

There seems to be a lot going at the moment. I'm undecided if that is true or I'm actually paying attention. I stopped watching News shows when I moved to the UK. The city of my birth had a sizable earthquake and the coverage was passing at best. That taught me all there is to know about the medium. I'm fully aware no "story" will give you the complete picture nor will it begin to give you the ambience. Growing up in NZ it was pretty easy to take the News at face value and attach it to my own experience. In this respect, moving around the world a couple of times was the best thing I think I have ever done, for my own growth and for increasing my understanding of my ignorance. Nowadays most of what I think or say is punctuated with "I could be wrong" or "fucked if I know". I feel far more responsible with these responses in my arsenal. I have no idea what is happening in the States. I'm so undecided about so many things it's hard to form any sort of opinion about much of it. I also obviously don't live there so tapping the zeitgeist is impossible. I am though immensely glad the morning after troubles have subsided. Have they? I'm too old for smashing shit up. I'm not so much committed to peaceful protest as I am unsure about the alternatives and the older you get you grow cautious. I can't afford a new hip ya know. Well, they say, we stand on the shoulders of giants. This not only I believe, I know. Evidence is everywhere and we now have it at our fingertips. No longer is history written by the winner. It's all here in bits and bites. 

If you have read much of this blog, or if I have crafted these words enough, you'll know I'm expert on little but I do know to find help when I need it. Please don't take this as offering advice. I wouldn't be so presumptuous but these times we find ourselves in are not the only time things have been rocky. It's only the strong backs of said Giants that make it seem so. Hence we should turn to them. So I offer this to you. I watch this doco and a similar one I've written about here at least once a year. When the world seems tough and stale faced and I find myself slowly moving in a direction there's often no coming back from this and "Your mommy kills animals" reminds me there are lessons that have been learned by many far better than I. That wants and needs are not the same. That solve must be postfixed with et coagula. If you find shit a bit rough, now or in the future. If you feel like the harshness demands equal in return. Respectfully, maybe this or the link above might just be what you need. 

Stay safe, don't break stuff

2 Feb 2017

Gaga for Dada. The receiving end of groceries

Recently a friend posted a link to a UK TV show on social media. Being a person of questionable attention span I became nostalgic for the British styled medium. Cue hours wasted on YouTube. Consequently, I stumbled on this documentary presented by the sweet smelling Vic Revees. I'm posting it here in justification and atonement for my virtual and working hour sins. Eat it up before the man takes it back

23 Jan 2017

Jonathan Payne

I recently managed to get down to the BeinArt gallery in Melbourne for the opening of the Flesh and Bone group exhibition. There was a fantastic turnout and the work on display was at the level you'd expect. Top notch! 

I've been a big fan of Jonathan Payne for a long time now and seeing his work in the flesh was far more fulfilling than I could have hoped. You can see more from Payne here.

5 Nov 2016

Mix the flour in a bowl

Jud Wimhurst. Photo nicked from The Bendigo Art Gallery

I got out to the Gimme Freedom (or gimme death) exhibition today by Jud Wimhurst. It's highly entertaining and well worth the drive in you are in the Melbourne area. You can check it out here

by Jud Wimhurst

18 Jul 2016

Phra Khru Samathakittikhun

This blurb is taken from a sign at the shrine of Phra Khru Samathakittikhun outside the Buddhist temple. Slight corrections have been made but I think this is the gist-


This is the undecomposed remains of Phra Khru Samathakittikhun (Dang Piyasilo) the venerable ex-abbot of Wat Kunaram on Koh Samui. He enjoyed a prosperous family life until he was 50 years old when he decided to devote the latter part of his life in the Monk-hood.

After being ordained in 1944, his Meditation Practice became renowned and his followers were many among Buddhist Monks and Laymen alike. He was also known for his ability to foresee his own death, which happened in 1973, he was 79 years old.

After his death his body remained incorruptible so with his written permission, his relatives and disciples placed him in an upright position within his casket He remains as a symbol to inspire future generations to follow Buddha, study his teachings and be saved from suffering.