Something from the beginning of my consciousness of the nature of the sublime. Over twelve years ago when the light pressed the spirit of the land onto my film, I again felt the relief of my insignificance in this universe, in my smallness I am free. Lately in return for my freedom, I have sought an arts practice that can raise awareness about and honour what we are very likely to lose before the end of my lifetime. Yes my friends! I’m gonna work some GHOSTS in there! Hahaha
I remembered this blog a few months ago, and while I’m developing a website and taking a break from social media this will be where I’m posting work. Enjoy the cringe-worthy posts of my past. Yeegads my twenties were embarrassing. I’ve deleted the worst. Yikes.
Watercolours are so good for depicting otherworlds. Oceanic, drug induced or afterlifely ones.
Something I did last night.
Me being markedly excited that I have written 200 real words on my essay. Real meaning not likely to need editing or re-hashin. So I joyfully have made this procrastinator art!
Louio 