Recent Drawings

Drawings are different things to all people. For me, when I draw, mostly it starts with staring at the canvas/surface for a bit until the drawing appears , leaving me to trace the image. Like I am a vessel of sorts, the images obviously come from within my subconscious mind. It sounds trite but you really take from my drawings what you want. There is no solid explanation in my mouth forthcoming. Your `interpretation` of the drawing is your own.

an enormous cat / Really original mix

Really by bartolommeo

This track has had a few lives. I like this version the best.
It isn't `really` the Really original mix.
This just feels right.

pads hornet nest

Padshornetnest is the name of the drawing on my  header for this blog. It is essentially a drawing of a drawing. A copy so to speak but infused with my own. Above are photos of my friend Montes' house which stands in a forest on the border of Ohio, Pennsylvania and New York states. Would spend magic mushroom tainted weekends there with brothers Filamore and Alex Rodriguez. Monte collected art, and one of his stable of artists was  Michael Wilson, also known as `the tattooed man` of Coney Island freakshow fame. He had died years earlier but Monte had many of his paintings and drawings. One of which was in the bathroom.  This is the drawing my eyes coveted and I felt instantly that I somehow knew or understood this guy from this drawing. As I stared at the drawing it slowly fell off the shelf and I caught it before it ended up in the loo. Later that day a bear came around near the river which ran below the house in a deep valley. Monte said it was Michael and that he always paid a visit, at least once or twice a year. 

007 in PP

A party on Saturday on the waterfront at Point Piper in a very 007-esq house designed by mate David Katon ( BKH ). Our host a lovely gal from eastern europe ( somewhere but not Russia ) who collects a few half dozen Thomas Struths..... I was a little gobsmacked but it got tired, as everything does in Sydney... although after recently dumping a move to Melbourne, I did realise the charms of our run-down whore of town.

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