Things Seen in the FINAL DAYS OF 2012!

Baby Head DOES NOT approve!

waiting...waiting

Seabird Returns After Storm

Christmas Lights without the Christmas Part

Someone Slept Here

artist in residence

Inside Your Heart is a Bird Factory

Scribble Face

Evidence the rain left behind

Frosted Icing of Rain

Power of Torque 

Sun Salutation

Orbs in the Garden

Holy Rust, Holy Rot, Holy Decay

Everything changes. It's so obvious really but it can be easy to forget. Learning to accept this fundamental Law of life is never easy. We lose things. Things break. They rust and wither away. But, the underlying "Holy" aspect of this is that everything is always in a state of becoming something else. This is our Divine connection to everything. The minerals and molecules of you, me and everyone were once something else. They gather, establish form and then begin diffusing into constituent parts to become other things. Other people. It can be such a slow process that our awareness of it is only the immediacy of our grief. The anger of our loss. I've found that I enjoy looking and photographing broken, rusted things. It's a way of coming back to an acceptance of life and life's processes. I don't mean to say we simply accept everything and move on as though the ending of things and people is meaningless. In fact the very finite nature of everything somehow adds to their preciousness. Or...maybe I just like the textures and colors.

Arcs and Blooms

Rods and Rust

Crackle and Flake

Marvel

The Ghost of Electricity

Psychic Heart Go Out To You

Fingers of Light

Ghosts and Empties 

WHOMP-O-RAMA!

Today I had the great pleasure of attending Christine Brailsford's WHOMP-O-RAMA! I guess you could say it was a sort of get together, try it out, demo and hang for people who love body-surfing, paipos, the ocean, waves, each other and life. Christine has a line of artwork, handplanes and paipos called WHOMP. Her art is incredible. The craft, care and attention to detail in every piece gives a sense of knowledge, skill and artistry. Her wonderfully playful "rodent" characters add a whimsical but hip and fun element to this style of water-sport and as anyone who has ever encountered an angry surfer in the water knows, those elements are often sorely lacking. I had a blast! The vibe was great. The folks were nice. People WHOMPED! If you're ever in the area check out her work at Surfy Surfy or her website. There was also lots of ink around. AWESOME INK! Banjo playing muskrat ink. Fallen and lost family ink. Nautical ink. Although I was only there a short while these are a few of my impressions of the event. I hope that some of you in these pics see yourself and as always any comments are always welcome! MAHALO!!

QUIVER OF PAIPOS

A PILE OF WHOMP!

WHOMPOMETRY

LEGEND

GETTING WHOMPED

FOR THOSE ABOUT T WHOMP, WE SALUTE YOU!

GROM OVERCOME WITH BODYSURF LUST AS A POD OF DOLPHINS SWAM BY!

BANJO PLAYING MUSKRAT

FAMILY

NATURAL BEAUTY

IN THE GRAIN

IRONIC WASH UP

EARTH AND AIR

OTHER MAKERS

DEEP INTO THE GEOMETRY OF WHOMP

"WELL THEY OFTEN CALL ME SPEEDO..."

Thoughts Through Line and Color

Panic of The Inuit 

Internal Electricity from Stress and Freakoutness

Super-Star Luchadora

Hello, it's me...

Vastness, Smallness, Importance, Insignificance

There's a STARMAN waiting in the sky...