PART 2: Play

These have been a good few days...

Filled with moments that have left me excited and eager to explore some ideas further.

But now i'm tired, so tired, and i must sleep.

Sweet dreams xo

PART 1: Skateboard tactics, human progression and the inner song.

A friend of mine wants a special gift for that special someone and so commissions me to create a sweet, sweet deck...

Luckily, i have an old-school pool deck handy. Luckily, because i've been given about a week to produce this thing, and i need all the time i can get.

I've been specifically asked to use colour (as opposed to the monotone pyrography i would usually perform on a deck of this type) so as to accentuate the subject's glorious flaming locks... So... Colour...

Love the stuff!

Love colour, love matching, love markers...

But paint i've never been a huge fan of. Just haven't had the practice, you know?

Never had the patience...

I usually work very exactly, i prefer a hard line and a dry medium...

Though all this while i've been waiting for an opportunity like this.

To push myself and explore beyond what i'm comfortable with.

Anyway, i get to this point, and as i prepare to stain the wood, the thought never crosses my mind that wood stain could react not-so-well with graphite. Alas, the graphite illustration is wiped entirely from the deck as i brush the wood stain on.

Damn it.

So here's another design i was weighing up anyway. I think it gives me more room to play with the hair portion of the image.

I gave painting a go, with acrylics this time, and she came out cute enough, but certainly not to the standard i was expecting... (or hoping for).

Must've been otherworldly forces at hand, for after leaving the deck at my window sill for a moment of coffee goodness, the morning sun had all but melted my image away. Crackled and depressing, i decided to fill in the blanks where the paint had been with coloured pencils. Yuck.

So i scrapped it in the end. Back to square one and this is due in a couple of days.

Freshly sanded, again, and ready to go. I think i needed to get that off my chest.

A frustrating post, maybe, but i can assure you that the next instalment is tantalising, beautiful and progressive!

Hold my hand , no, don't hold it.

x

Don't be sad... You're beautiful.

Escape!

Less words, more pictures

Love you all for taking the time :D xo

Thick and heavy

I love not having internet! Nah not really...

The walk to ye olde internet shoppe isn't strenuous, and the lemon slice they offer definately shakes any idea that you can't be comfortable in this joint..

But man, i love being in my element.

Red light glow revealing only mysterious silhouettes... Exotic woods and resins, their pulsating embers... Smoke slinking, hanging thick and heavy... Amplifier distortion vibrating the very air i breathe...

This is the space i make for myself.

It allows for inspiring thought, and a deeper insight while writing (and drawing) that i just can't seem to find in this very public net cafe.

I hope you enjoy my drawings of late. I'm very excited to see them develop as they are.

If you do enjoy what you see, please 'Follow' this humble blog.

And comment to your hearts content, i can't tell you how much i appreciate all feedback.

A sucker here is trying to make a living drawing pictures.

Still haven't quite figured out how... xo

Boobies and Barbarians

So, before i move too far along with my new drawings, i just wanted to give you a quickie, an 'airing out' of my sketches leading up until now...

Everybody knows these two girls...

Famous or infamous though? :P

Darkwolf, from the Ralph Bakshi film 'Fire And Ice'.

Click the link to have a taste of what you're missing out on by not watching this wicked film.

Mighty Conan, aint nothin' to fuck with.

'Other Worlds' - to be expanded upon... Watch this space.

She's gonna getcha.

Who put Kool-Aid in the acid, man?

After hours of frustratingly attempting the art of watercolour, i took a break, picked up a pencil and allowed Boris' Vomitself to travel through me...

Lesson: Do what feels good.

Rhombus Surfshop

Whilst on my weekly laundromat adventure (on a good week that is), i happened across a mysterious little store.

Tucked away behind a front of vintage wooden furniture, cacti and a 50's television set flashing forgotten moments, i discovered a collection of art, pool decks, dvds, sweet threads and some wickedly beautiful vintage and vintage inspired surfboards.

Rhombus Surfshop is a sweet little joint i could see myself devoting my wallet to, if only we lived in a world where lint and old receipts were considered fair currency.

The good fellow behind it all, who goes by the name of Angus, was ever helpful and informative when it came to talking Victoria's surf spots and some up and coming cultural happenings.

After chatting further, it was agreed that i would have the opportunity to design the ever present and important signage for the change rooms.

Here's the piece of weathered timber i was handed when i was put to the task. It looks like it could be an old boat rudder...

And some of the thumbnails i sketched up below.

The final mock-up...

Work in progress, burner running hot, to the sounds of Om...

Halfway there...

And 6 hours later we've finally made it.

Finished and ready for Rhombus Surfshop.

Angus was super stoked and has in turn commissioned me to create the store-front sign!

Fuck yeah!

Peace cats xo

Been missing for a while, but here i am.

A strange journey it has been thus far, and now i find myself sitting, staring through a third storey window at an industrial wonderland in Melbourne's Collingwood.

Months of full-time employment in a field rather dislocated from the arts has left me worn and sick, though with some coin in my pocket. Since my resignation i feel i've taken leaps and strides in the direction i should have never swayed from. It was a reassuring experience.

You live and you learn, oh yes you do.

And so i'm lucky, lucky to have followed my heart, for as from that decisive moment i've come to pump out some of the gnarliest drawings i feel i've drawn to date.

My income is sporadic, if not casual. My days are free and numbered no further.

I am happy again, and happy is good.

From here on you can expect to see increasingly frequent posts, more drawings and sketches, development, finished works and commissions, inspirations, musings and links.

Peace.