gone fishin...

head full of snakes

Max interviewed me for Head Full of Snakes a new motorcycle magazine made by a couple of dudes from Melbourne and New Zealand- The launch is tomorrow (details above) Come down, I reckon it should be a sweet time!

g'day mate

This is Clinkers the joey- my friend Louise who looks after injured wildlife sent me this pic today. Clinkers was plucked from his Mum's pouch on the side of the road after she was hit by a car some time back- what a ripper!

we have a laugh!

Dark Gully/Sex Drawings

New works by Amber Wallis

Opening this Thurs at Utopian Slumps

it's gonna be a corker! 

 Jan Billycan, Kiriwirri, 2008

wear your hair like heaven

 Your HAIR is your “COSMIC ROOTS” . . . when YOU wash it, let it dry OUTSIDE in the SUN

september happens!

a sweet philosophy

my brother went fishin' again....

what a ripper!

a master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his education and his recreation

Left a good job in the city,
Workin' for the man ev'ry night and day,
And I never lost one minute of sleepin',
Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been.

Big wheel keep on turnin',
Proud Mary keep on burnin',
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.

Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis,
Pumped a lot of pain down in New Orleans,
But I never saw the good side of the city,
'Til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen.

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.

If you come down to the river,
Bet you gonna find some people who live.
You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money,
People on the river are happy to give.

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.

Forever – is composed of Nows – 

By Emily Dickinson

Forever – is composed of Nows –

‘Tis not a different time –

Except for Infiniteness –

And Latitude of Home –

From this – experienced Here –

Remove the Dates – to These –

Let Months dissolve in further Months –

And Years – exhale in Years –

Without Debate – or Pause –

Or Celebrated Days –

No different Our Years would be

From Anno Dominies –

for ramona

i see lines
undulating
mountainous clouds
i think of mountains
i see you wandering
i see lines
undulating
within the landscape
familiar lines
intermingling
within your own landscape
your own lines
do you see lines?

What is the color of wind?

amber haze eternal!

Amber and her sweet, sweet Valiant ute

 are on the COVER of Australian Art Collector

out next week aaaoooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

first of the season...

Tim and Charlotte harvested some of the most delicious potatoes from their garden on Sunday.... Sunday was particularly sunny and almost all of my friends independently decided to visit Ceres and pick up some seedlings and get stuck into the garden. Yay spring!

New Planes Public Press Issue Two

I interviewed Isis Aquarian from The Source Family for the latest issue of NPPP

You can find it here^

Thank you Isis and Lisa.

Utopia and Guitar Solo's

Utopia to me is like an epic wailing guitar solo, for a moment you become the guitar you are transformed by the sound taken to a higher place a higher state of being — your entire existence is defined by this instrument and in this moment you are the music you are the sound – be your sound—higher and higher and even higher still.

And then bang the rest of the band kicks in — the guitar is, you are still wailing but you are in a crowded field — your sound is no longer the only sound your sound is epic but in a larger field your sound dances with other sounds. You are still wailing and wandering and you will carry that sweet, sweet moment you became the sound you and the guitar intertwined and wailed the loudest and the hardest, you will carry that moment with you for the rest of your life until the next time and the next time, each time will be different - building upon the time before and the time before that, renewing the last with an epic sense of the present moment —moving forward and being present in this moment and this moment and this moment.

An epic wailing guitar solo cannot spiral on into eternity  — it’s a moment, a moment that is continuous and lasting and renewable within the context of the next moment — a layering of moments, a layering of sounds, like the sweetest dueling guitar solo.

sun shines everyday... smiles, smiles!