Questions we would like to ask you are:
How does scale play a role in the presentation of your drawings?

i suppose because drawing is intimate..inturnal..and about talking to myself in a freestyle form of note doodle story makeing..then sometimes when i put lots of little things together..it makes a effect that is bigger than the small parts. probably like all the little moments adding to a bigger flow..a ritual of believeing in myslef in lots of small efforts adds up to something realy profound. its the little bits..that contradict the negativity i deal with as aresult of a damaged challangeing violent mentally ill family background. that in mind..i feel a certain need to put that out there in a big way as a way of saveing myself .big or small is not realy the point. but sometimes my insecuruty gets the better of me ..and the need to assert something important.i need to be big...its a responce to being afraid of life and pple when im quite sensitive. im still working on it.

What process do you work through when you assemble your larger, multiple page/collaged drawings?

i am engaged in alot of narritives and voices in makeing. and when putting the bits together..its like listening to a whole lot of mp3s on random. but theres also a overrideing order beyond my conscious knowledge. so i like to think theres a higherself in operation in amoungst what seems chaotic..theres a inner processing of information..stimultation adn sensory imput that the mind and heart are working out. not always from a present moment. in art a trance state opens and one can be aware of being a adult and also use a voice of a defensive scared child who may need a adult to help him now..for example. but i think this multiple nattivie awareness is also available in many different scenerios and its th continuing process of investigation and commitment to charting this sportiual and pschological cultural terrain that i think is essential service for art to perform for humans. to know ourselfs..or at least my self a bit more

The edges of your drawings are generally quite irregular. Do you set out to achieve that format?

the way i feel and fit in the world is a bit like that bit of a edge that dosnt fit into a neat package. art is organic. feelings and intuition are aswell this makes a approach to the material a natural and irreverent one . its like sometimes beating up the stuff we use means its valueless..and then the things we do with it are more important..rather than getting so attached that it owns us. we have to own it. and its a process forst...rather than a object. ripping burnaing glueing mending repairing...loveing hateing. all this is what humans do to each other and them selfs. art should be a record of the truth. tell the truth. be ya self. if you brave enough. it could be very beutifull in there too.its all perspective.and to judge a natural act is not our place. we only have to bear witness to nature in our creation.and be true.its a whole process...one for the rest of our lives..art and drawing in particular is not a activity..it is a way of reading adn defineing marks meanings causes and effects that are present in all life. draiwng is a measured controlled environment where we trainourselfs to become more aware without attachment...to allow it to be alove and real from inside out. this is my hope.

Hi
I suspect any desire to connect with the now for me is more of a personal
spiritual thing than it is necessarily something associated with my art.
What I mean to say is that whilst some of the work that I personally think
is amongst my best has arisen from out of such a 'spiritually' heightened
state (by channeling the pulse of that moment directly into a work) I'm not
sure that other people would agree that these are my best works... It seems
that they 'get it' if they are present when its becoming manifest (if it
happens in a live gig context) but that such states are not inherently
communicable in representational forms.. (Hence my tendency to want to write
liner notes or present music wrapped up in art works that maybe aid people
to identify with the notion- 'oh, this was like a spiritual event for this
guy...!'.
I have to admit I find it a little troubling sometimes that its not
immediately evident for people that this must be the case- but that's
probably just me getting too far up my own arse and being overly
narcissistic...
But on the other hand one of the things I most enjoy playing with in the
record making medium is the whole idea of 'mythology'. As artists (and you
know my thoughts on how that's related to something like being a shaman or
alchemist or something..) I figure we are the creators and progenitors of
myths. Even when I'm struggling to achieve that spiritual oneness that I'm
generally trying to at least point to or express I get some consolation from
continuing the work of keeping such concepts floating about in the human
cultural sphere. It's like a typical religious struggle with faith sometimes
though. I go through periods when I'm really jaded with everything to do
with art and music (times when I start to wonder what happened to the
contented naive dreamer I used to be (well- used to be EVEN MORE than I am
now...), when I wonder if I'm not simply a charlatan to be bandying
willfully obscurificating non-truths about. But then I remember that mystics
and shamans and artists have always been charlatans- at least in part. And
those people are my heroes. (William Blake, Burroughs, yadayadayada). I
think that charlatanism is inevitable in 'magical' (ahem...) practice. We
all have to live in the material world. Christians talk about faith,
acknowledged their complicated relationship with it, but I reckon artists
can own that as well.
Ultimately I guess all our back catalogues EXIST (as physical/worldly
manifestation of our 'practice') and that we are indeed to some extent held
in that vortex. But that work is of us and we do have some responsibility
toward it- even if we want to make radical changes the work will still be
there and that change will simply be part of the story associated with our
bodies of work as a whole. You know- "the horse has bolted", its not going
to be stabled again. Our attempts to break free of the mythologies that we
have, after all, created from and of ourselves (...) are valid and should be
celebrated if they are driven by honest desire to move up a level of some
kind, but ultimately they are just part of the bigger picture that is the
story we will be writing until (and probably after -in some weird ways that
we will never know) we die.

Jeez... Sorry! That's enough of me wanking on.
Best

a month on my own
on a beach

like a stranded whale

ina winemaker bach

just me and my dislocated emotioanlly fragile
attached
borderline
wobbly mental
assertionas
neurosis
scars
abundances
disciplines

intuitive energetic poetic mythological
simple vast
stupid
uglee

antisocial
analitical
family disection

selfs traversed in otherlives already lived this one
the layers of memery
where was iz?
did i loos myself somewhere with sowing too much

with caffine high n lows
with
shy nervious
and
too vaulnerable and strong at th same time
and
misunderstood adn
greatfull
and
letting go
and grabbing on tighter
and
getting it worng
and
everythings allreight

theres contradictions involved
the career
stands second to th making
which at least frees th makeing to be pure
second to th hypothetical market
and
absent informed audience

it would be worth th fight
if there was a need for it
its like
galditorial psycho neurotic profound human self investigation in cosmic geological
cultural disenfranchiesment
self help
spiritual romanticism
needy

pregant whore type man kingdom
invalidation
class cartel ligitimacy
currancy racket fashion mob
denial clique
conversational polite community hen peck social network label cool
pussy conformist shallow afraid funding jock
spin tripper
wank

priest reality definition
margninal public sheep hearders of wimp clone safe signal for job creation cultural sector

positivity aside
faith
and
crucifuction
and sacrifice and
death
and
preasuires and stresses of modern life inside the gated community of the well adjusted

not arguing for pain
happyness joy
love
nature
security freedom beuty profound spiritual connection
via what ever language one defines
economics for oinstance such a abstract reality lens to interprit the cosmos in
so
animal and
controllable
haha
who prints th dictionary?
gospel
who lives the language?
and who lives to be heard

participation
sensitivity
fitting in
feeling
well
whole
wanted
needed

processes with light
paint
situation...only this place
like this will make that

its a ofrm of science its a unalturable act of accumulation of data and series of psychological acts occurances based on a series of definable conditions
other wise known as
you
personality
and the moment your in

the distillation and recognition of this
in varieng

fucvk up man!

a fulla on tv was talking confidently about snsodine as a tooth pain retarder.

i wonder if i should try some mood pill.

or just get a home.

at least i know i can live on my won for some time without missing pple too much.

they were all there in me anyway..
i sived in my memory
saw you all
it was nice

time out of mind
the voices
th harmonic of th waves
a high tone of occilation
audio hullicination
and th sing song singing in my head...
children i heard

from th dunes
they wernt there
and
i wonder if they used to be.

water toes
sand surf cliff

sitting up stairs on th foam mat
in bed reading

danceing naked in th mind field
and palace at th end of eternity

realy glad for th family who let me be there..
must of been a karmic thing
like i fitted there at that time
alone but
well like i sorta dimentionally fitted

wine industry sort of man
and hebal mum. many children

good pple.

and were all mad sensitive and its a big bloody cosmic mess
life
evolution
spirit our manifest purpose in th scheme of the universe
humans
time
the age of the mountain
the pilgirmage
th little brief passage
the path

all th art jazz
all that innate embidyed lived shared
sacred thing
normal
and
being good
is its own reward...success is defined by a life well lived
as well as shared

connecting some
collective dream as one
from the small places
to big places
nerves
in th mind
creating social
psychic
connections

and the terrain of psycho geography..in chaos tendrils

shut up

hu8mans the humans be nice to them there ok..a bit dont take ya self to seriously man
its ok

take it easy

more than me

and learning as ya go.

too involved with my own story

fostering a distance

and presence

to become less and more for you

you being me
and i bein g everyone

the storys wars echos and movement
the land sky and spirit of place

the smallness bigness
poverty and abundance

when its all around you
you dont see it anymore

its built bit by bit

reamining in fabric of memerys
crevases of time
forgotton and remembered

like a wall of maori batalion soldiers in th museum..
beutifull faces..
from anothe rtime
still playing out now..
those shocks...and violences..

peace
healing and
warmth
forgivness
culture intelligence creativity..the best humans can be

must win ..

because we are here still...becoasue the alturnative is not worth being involved in.

move to smaller places for
less "success"

and win life...maybe..simple relationships..

and something worth living for..

land
story
time
seasons

being..

big dumb hippy..hahahaha

well that was ok well done fella.proud of you...and some good connections with folk aswell. well mannered and communicative.
another one done. different ... ore confident...managed to make it work. accepted help and shared th work.

just big weird shit on th wall...bit of a minor novalty is all for pple.
no big deal...
art after all...not culture
or histery
or spirit
just material..literally.
good storys in tho..and all th storys the pple bring to em..

life after all..everyones story.

despite feeling quite borderline .thinking it

went good.

thank god for qi gong.
build that energy up..protection

humanity
heart
instead of paranoid loops.

chatting to pple in th opening..

17 year old english guy doing poly sci and interested in faith versus capitilism ethics

him mum quiet painter

hifgh school art teacher...
shy painter

maori art student form maori art school

pple that got a drawing collage from new york a while back

lots of chatts and talking and discussion

like art had purpose and stuff

and then a dinner at a thai place with art dealer storys and histery chats and nationalism and market and all that.

nice
good
as it is ment to be

thank you spirits of gisbourne.
the sleep on th beach
the bath

the flat screen plasma tv..the paulnache

me for comeing

the editing.

and the storys to unfold

how mature
how regional

epic history.

no imagration in gisbourne..lots of chineese now.
im at a chinees hotel with fantastic prints of them blue fantasy landscape paintings..like on th ceramic. but mural size. all th detail meticulously receeding into th memery of the back ground..awsome.

feeling that.

the head ache behind my eye..
and the sore body

good night

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(was eating some buffet smorgaspord type meal on dole day..and saw some teen young mums have a serious argument. resulting in a pretty aggressive fist fight hideing for one. was a bit tradgic being my first morning in gis. and th handicapped guy who i chatted to about th bodys being hurled apon th glass of th joint we were eating at ...just grunted and threw up the most limp...mob gesture. as his communication. )

if you did not have a soul
it was hovering outside you..to afraid to enter you again
or it never entered in th first place cos th

systemeatic brutality ignorance and controll of your machine virus culture
used you as a little information processing bit in its language loop of satanic evil empire alien mind corperate rape machine

ahhh

would you notice.?

my benediction is the fractured psychie
the skitzaphrenic infantile
egoic arrogant

asshole fucktard parents

who majicly gifted there idealism golden baby jesus
marxist

genes in rebellion suicide

well..
here we are...showing our assholes out loud to bisbelieving cattle farmers
who want to bid on th possable horse

and i dress my heart in costumes that resemble your brutalsed m
subconscious
your too afraid to own

anger is understatement
we are
killing everything
each other
and are asleap

i was brought up with urgant emotional survival
fear
panic
and toxic shame for my body
my place
my gender
my sex
my right to be here.

the cultural bullshit of the fabric of this reality
the mind set of materialism
the
commerce of language ownership and controll

the slavery of consent

makes me screem a heart
fuck you all

and offer to fire bomb your places of worship

but not acturally being a guerilla in a war
i
play with plastic toys in sand pit
we
romance the wars of histery
like any
colonial ignorant shapeshifting mutant..

revoulution is
not force
or
fear
but
creative
heart mind
surgery
a offering of th SOUL

spirit

that we softly speak to...enter me
enter me again

my fullest most beutifull potential
my human
my angel
my man
woman
and child

there is holyness in existence
we are not just market
politics and
logic science

the splinteres and corrosive battles in mind
and damage in family
the worthless abandonment outside the market of have ave not

is the ruin of so much fullfillment
hope and growth

this pattern could be alot better.

if we believe it could be.
acting
courage
and being

the vision
of your own salvation

the memery of your own sould language
te right of becomeing who you are
regardless of anyones approval

is nessesary to be free
alive and vital

so much is stolen
with out us even knowing

and we do it to ourselfs
cos were taught

inwards
and part of

unify and
share

some doctrine of assertive
counter measiure

and big stupid fucked up rub ya nose in it
you shitting mongrel lieing bastard theifs

the shit i ate at your expence

and all them still eating.
its criminal

its wrong

and
its not th kind of life
world and

suffocateing net of passive controll and limit and fear and poverty
that i want to be in th world

to have a soul
you must vomit and purify the poison from your body

grieve for false illusion and peel false ideologys from your body

like relics of conditioned tribal mandalas that aint yers.

american tv
and porn

frued you honkey motherfucker
to hell.

then out and up. big glittering spaceships full of glittery banal art that some wanna be ironic boy did
colour between th lines you lier.

between th lines. its wallpaper for the severly disadvantaged spiritually corrupt and brain dead rich fashion junky twits.

with severed heads
and remote cocks and fannys on deoderised time controll
funeral marchs
mall strut
owner farm

farmed unit

compassion james
its gonna hgaunt you

big bad incomprehensable sermin

holy
dont be too lovely theyll use you boy.

your doomed either way

make some mistakes then
ad give it a go.
your in th mix human

robot
lap top voyeur
opting out
till you aINT EVEN PRESENT.

COME BACK

YOU GOT WORK TO DO.

stress move homer
studio
garage
edit
travel
talk
be nice to pple
get lost
have no where to stay..
stay on couch
give talk
expose ya self

decide about house
builders report
dont do it
do it
bite fingers to bleeding

constantly constantly
applying for next shows
not doing it good enough to get even one responce

make exposeing personal interviews
be misunderstood
be embarrissed

unsettled
trying

draw draw draw draw

give them away
be liked
not be liked
make your grade there grade
be jelous of
be jelous

be too good
not good enough
get it right
wrong
and
embarrised

abandoned
found

owned
given

visit
drive

a big cry to ya ex girl firnd
cos ya dont have a home and ya aint had one for a year and ya dont even k now ewhree ya come from anymore and

family roots
and
family safty
and
lonly
vaulnerable

and
no one fuckin gets ya
and

then sometomes theres all fo you and were all in this same weird life situation with all our

perverse attachments
and
contrived neurotic avoidances
and
compromises
and conformist networking ego preening
and
desperation

and we dont even realise how close to th efge
fragile and totally falible our whole human ecological
economic technological genetic
safty

infrastructure is

i mean
any moment we can e pliunged into total abyss.
maybe we are there
now
spiritually speaking

and
a big flubbery cry
you wee precious star

your just tired and ate bad today..and are sick of this and need a wee nurture and discipline dont you. as well as some intellectual stimulation sence of purpose and well being
and grounded solid work that has social and healthy outcomes
ballance and longevity in mind

mmmm

lifestyle change

parent
gardener
travelling artist
who is realy a transport guy curater marketer self help git
with some marxist software in a
uncomfortable new world natzi clinic
for souless fuck tards who lost them selfs

in
others

and we are all
each others brothers sisters
and redeemers in strange oxymoronic late night blogs

amen
angry
and sad
and better and werse
and normal
fuckin normal

shine sun
bright on sheep

green grass
wind tussle

tea
and neil young

a good sleep
a night of power out
and councilling

tell me about ya mum..
haha

what are freneds for
its all about nutrician he says

the wind gets in in the shearing shed he lives in
the ancient wee wood stove is blazeing.

the teddy bear totem i dropped on th rain ground is drying.

and karmic storys
emotiional politics

th fast forward post war
fabric of damage
and civilisational population bulge

and compassion
and understanding
and

letting go

and useing the characters given
to be rich

storys
and
faces
and
actions
and
dispicaple traiters abuses let downs disapointments and failures
acts of war and
sabotage
manufactured victimhood
empowerment and
hostage scenerios

its not naomi kleins disaster shock doctrine

its familys!

its sociaety
its civilisation

if we can survive each other
we can survive anythi9ng

and probly not aswwell.

our final century
nano tech
geneome fiddling rich
seperate species

ect...

we are a absurdist contradiction
who
finds crawling on beach of universe a rare uncosncious privledge we hardly notice

towards human possable then
and
open heart
gravity
surrenders

like
crying
falling
and
giveing up
in
over

today

i sorted

editied

made art drew

sewed..painted..

took rubbish to th dump

got white oil paint on black heans again (the only pants now)

took white ioil paint of black jeans with turps.

washed (hand) black jeans.

defrosted a fridge

went to newtown library poetry day.
saw old aquantances
ate a friends muffins she cooked.

read sang a wee poem i remembered

walked on th ricks at th beach for a little bit.

did qi gong

had a shower

packed van again with big paintings

thought i must only show th best paintings

brought to many paintings

cos its all good
or none of its good

WHAT PART OF FOREVER IS LESS INFINITE THAN ANOTHER!!!

and
leonardo and subconswcious koans with hollywood
psychology

and mind reality dream wake things

which humans have been worrying about reality for a while now.

hi

it hurts

letting go is hard
still

and belonging
and where to go
who to be for who and
how

to love is to be vaulnerable
and be hurt
and full and
recieve and give
and

take it all
life
with no controll

but controll we (i) try
and cant

as rythems in us from inside
beyond
unknown chemistrys
psychologys
the mix of souls
story
phantasm and layer
collective and single
sex and desire

need and want

ownership controll and
trade of safty purpose and worth

love

tonight it hurts
im afraid and alone
its cold

im a infant and
also a grandiose wanker for needing to share it here
itstead of sucking it in

sucked enough of other plles crap in this life acturally
and
if some thin skin of ego shedding illusioon here helps me now
so be it

even if its not realy a relationship

its a imaginary role i give to me

based all that abandoinment self fullfilling profesy of broken home orphan victim abused psychie stuff

and incandescent worthy rebuttles of
human birth right
sort of
we all should be middle class and fit in

even if the language you speak
find
create or creates thru you

isnt your pandering vocabulary of of sanctioned worth
is a down syndrome
or mega intelligent differnet shape witha stutter
or one armed
or a woman
or brown

the controll of the certain frame and page of clinical observation
thinks its wize
but has
no body
but other plles ecperience to disect and
line up in little grids of sociual role call oservance to known
protocols

theres a order theres a currantcy
and we will teach yuo to
betray your self thru minimiseing your potential to make us look good
based on our dominant languagge
and
code of strutural arrogance
where we subsume the avant gaurde..into our won rhetoric and
make it polite aswell!
the best bits with
out th chip on th shoulder.negative attitude disent or class isue

it wont say bitch ass nigger fucktard cunt whore mother fucker
and
tell you why your a sceenster wank pap lame clone with no self core cos you need it vindicated in a american art mag or
european gallery.

credendtail on
why kids in nz get fucked n beaten alot

creditentials on unemployment low wage and mental illness stats in schools
self harm teen pregnancys and
alcholic drug fucked suicides.

you know..

nz

and we all do our best.
we cant fall behind
and are
and
we should be as real about whats realy important other than plasma screns and
cars.

something like tollenrace supoort care

and communication
talking
and being honest for fucks sake.

not something nz is good at.

mostly in communication "cultural fields" aswell.

the humanitys..haha

and
well

crawl away to some cave and ignore ya all

dont think so..quite like ya
like me
your stuck with him
itll keep bei ng some weird phenom inon till it expiores

its the personality
that is th layer
on th me
that is basicly th samw as th you

hi

today

i sorted editied

made art drew

took rubbish to th dump

got white oil paint on black heans again (the only pants now)

took white ioil paint of black jeans with turps.

washed (hand) black jeans.

defrosted a fridge

went to newtown library poetry day.
saw old aquantances
ate a friends muffins she cooked.

read sang a wee poem i remembered

walked on th ricks at th beach for a little bit.

did qi gong

had a shower

packed van again with big paintings

thought i must only show th best paintings

brought to many paintings

cios its all good
or none of its good

WHAT PART OF FOREVER IS LESS INFINITE THAN ANOTHER!!!

and
leonardo and subconswcious koans with hollywood
psychology

and mind reality dream wake things

which humans have been worrying about reality for a while now.

hi

its ok to feel good about ya self
about you

its astrange irony when you connect with ya original own voice
translateing your own neural embodyed experience directly

like original art perhaps

others have a reluctance to see
accept
or understand it

of course we could conveine over the conformist routies of language class and social status

as preference

when what you aare
is innate

and you give all
every time
and

pader and wait for th administrstion to see it

considder sacred treasure

and worth

from some

provincial

colony

at bottom of world

with antiquated ideas about

soul

spirit
and

conectio with universe within

and art
fucking art

art
and
being
and
art

growing healthy
happy pple

simplicity
clearing

comlexity binding attachment

things come and go

and all th weird spaces we experience ourself to be in them transitions

called
being you
and alive

alive!
\\rrrrr

depth clarity
mmm

maybe korean bbq
what film has jhonny chosen fer us..

mmm

clarity
intuition
faith
service
trust
gratitude

feeling
aroha
compassion
understanding
action
wizdom

service
unity
belief
vison
strength
joy
abundance
happyness
being
true self

free hanging deep swing
from tree
sun dappled forrest
just hanging in mid air

lazy...
thoughtfull

city groans a flavour of thousand hundred ten
type dreams
vehicles
speak uncosnciuous drives
animal

ginsberg film evocked a call
a certain self
social
panic button
definition

nessesary beuty
and holyness to all experiences
rapturous
applaing
anxious as all fuck

desire
connection
belonging
story teller with
imagination
faith
fire
imagination and heart splended humanity
vaulnerable
strong

wept a bit

was bougt up with that kinda idiocy..some keycode to identity
all th lives ive ammassed in here

just have to love be greatfull
forgive
understand

imagine and expand..
realise and risk

pin pointed and succinct

if ever

and move
dance
shake
be shapes ancient

full fucking moon helped th other nite
and text councilling
and philosophy needy shoulders ever there majic
poetry
and
trust
willingness adn
help
given recieved

payed for
and loaned

alot of space on a swing
no where perpetually
this
wee breathing cage
acurate technology meat
and
energy
reciever
higher fuction anipulated
and evolving
evolving

against th drowning drone

little hearts lungs minds
colour wheels
gardens

all th spectaculer abandoned possables in every faceted jewled moment
watch
be
it all is you
me
and

the personality
ahhhh
th problem of the personality
and others

hahaha
series of random events that causes tradgedy
pulling that kid from th wreck

performing for you
save ya self
go on
be well.

placeing feet..direction north

its mental feedback
and climate of self sort of narration

appologys for yeasterdays glut of doom..ajustment displaced mechanic feedback

one day of organisational life decision ..and help from friends ..again.!
where would i be with out you..


and

your all wonderfull
cherished and totally indespecable
im comeing to realise

how that community and
connection
affirming wqorth
and purpose is
th
only life raft of nessasary..
split between villages all over
and found in th now
in th everywhere attitude
bounatly
optimisim
and
gratitude
i mean
new age mantra of self help aside

th perplexing negative wail
the
catch all feel sorry for myself
and
abandon chil rhetoric projected

is real too
fixing him
we
spoke for decades
at great length
circling th globe
and
still learns lore to this effect

boobs
smile
and
nuzzling armpit hormone smell

all that child man woman love

top head
universe in up
there

all alone gloryously

but fortunate the story
and
leading this
to
step after step
between
many
worlds all th time
with many entry n exit points

strange vessels

majic friends
goodwill
and the space of suspended jugement
are the things that make life worth living

the love that may happen if i dont assume
and take it for what it is

and let my dum critic
anger
go

and also
regard that as a real important thing too.
the reaction as natural
the
feeling as pure

trust th instinct
intuition
and
knowledge that comes

from
knowing
when you do

know

and knowing
when ya dont know

and the knowing of what knowing is true or not

haha

empty reflections on
little cosequence

dark rain
on tin warehouse evictee roof

generous
rather be bush
i know

so art can be this inturnal search
this process that reveals

the layers of socialised
environmental
and
human ego layers
emotional sort of reactive repressed stuff to life

a ritual of getting thru
beyond
and in to that

to emerge maybe
connected
simply
not as isolated anymore
by shareing
exposeing
this challenges then
others who
may not have your nervious disposition
intent sort of anilitical speculative phiulosophivcal
sexually repressed
perhaps
denial
inadequit
sort of pagentry of normal
normal
but
theren its also redeeming
its not safe to share
and then its th only safty in exposure

and so the inward
outward
sort of polarises ya life into a throbbing organism
of stupid proportions
well
unwell
optimism
and negitive spioral
critical
and compassionate

understanding
and just lost amn
i dont know

were all fucked
and
redeemed

arts a worry
like accounting
and m ilking heards of cattle beast

its just a reality that goes on
someones gotta do it
even if the more stable fixed and domestifyed amoung us dont know they need us
its still nessesary unto th whole
jungian soup of collective

in nz theres a fairly demissive and stand off
not comment sort of
no feed back
sort of
ignore ya sort of
jelous
sort of
not my problem
sort of
dont give a fuck
sort of
dont buy it
sort of
were not international
i like landscapes
sort of
oh is it abstract modern art
sort of
banal folksy rejection..like anyone cares if ya live or die sort of climate

and its a place ya can do it too..
cos no one gives a fuck if ya live or die
its abandonment
self centred
end of th earth
sort of sad utopia

wish something mattered..
wished life was important
wish that civilisation wasnt this bewildering mish mash of complex scary web tangled transactional thang

and pple were trustwerthy and nice and
things had meaning
purpose and value
and
we were all middle class and not hard done by bitter and nasty

haha
go on
middle class values for every one
lifes a safe suburban back yard
dog and mall

dog dog dog

supply n demand

market church

and
student and art school

mental hospital and oil spill

but enough of the negative tired 3 am rhetoric

theres many many
brillient real miricles
all th time
and i feel them
are part of th flow man
and am
swimmig in th sea of connected energy all around me
of me
thru me

oh yeah
its true helleluya

acoustic music
happy

i believe it
and then
roads
traffic noise
desensitized fracturedness

and displaced
the journey
trust th process james

muhahahaha

i gave that drawing to a old woman on th plane
we spoke of her tapestry lore
and
lost embodyd knowledge
and
the sighn n symbol being externalised and used to controll
when it was always a code of the inturenal journey to self kn owledge and
gateway to unity with universe within

inner road

art
and
majic
and power

ahh the old pple
ahh th land
ahh th
sex
lust
power
and silence


a lovely majic island with firnedly pretty pple and a wonderfull amount of realy exciting entry level contemporary art that history will remember as being mundane middle managed lieing twaddle
that skirts the edges of fashion rhetoric for the rich institutionalised avant gaurde academic career wank

and subversion of human soul into market politics
social heirachy and preening self important wanksters with nothing better to do than sit about playing with them selfs
or if theyre not
there gagged by th ethics of conformity th language of approval and
art code adhearance
as taught by correctness and contemporary interdisciplinary experts

and it was fun beutifull and public friendly and choc full of nuanced intelligence subtlety and
whimsy play

its ok
i liked it

i mean lifes pretty good in aussie

good show
thanks

i saw peter garret
i gave him catalogs
"nz artist" i mumbled and thrust him a handfull of stuff i had
like advertorial ninja

how can we sleep when our beds are burning
indeed

we can sleep with th help of media mind marinade
doller jail
and self administered medication

that and the huge spectre of enormous revelation of the totemic brital truth is just too much for mortals to deal with

and art is a fantasy game
not a truth game
eh

like computer games
perception
and
white western lifestyle standard and
corperate slavery of the rest of the world

and each other

where do we belong my lungs fill with air
when all song
and displacement from land home self and culture
has been forgot

oblivian
lobotomy
and
clone nano my memery

program it
defile me
and
im redundant
make it die
die
die

love like
economic vitality
power and sex

hard on
wet on
my freedom to
fuck you
love myself
never grow up
and
ignore fundamental laws of th universe

universe

this is a song
this is a tune
this is a
out of body experience
i will get sick
and be in agony
and
wondewr why
where
i left the pathiwas never on
taught

rememer
who i am
was
will be

enter deep inturnal knowing
with
energy
from birth right
near death
and savage
survalance for fear biteing rigor

when you
violate yourself
like
a rapist

we will film it
and make
eyeball dildos
to look at your child heart

like a christ
we need a christ to kill

fuck n famiine
and
god
and blame
and shame

and instinct
and spirit
and service
and service

and kill a arab
and get me in debt

im alive goddaqmn it

flame grilled
purity

alone aloss a grieve and home
and
you arrive and they say

you cunt
youve come from out there

now back to smallest loops dependancy and fear

singualr currant

and water walk to hot coal
extreme
with a apathy cicuit

its pleasure
its hard
its worry
its severed head memery
its tribul cuts
its face mask
its
cro fucking magnon

micro enterprise
feminine logic
compassion
unity
understanding
co operation
encouragement
proitwction
advice
care
effort
honesty
positivity
righteousness
beuty
passion
reverance
peace
depth
wonder
universal whole meaning and awareness
humility
respect
insight
wisdom

life
thru
us

like it mattered
as if belonging was
innate
and
we owned ourselfs
and
told a story that mattered
with our lives

for the future
for the past

in anyoes myth
and majic
with trinket
not surpassing
the vessel

in
on
around

like fast food blessing
like suger drug alchohol praise

light
dies after weve experienced it
in time

ghost
walking
as
memery of
past
now

holy
then
foot print
reverence
sister
hold
brother told
and on and on

Go scan the horizon, for a flag promoting peace.
Find a dove with an olive branch, a roasting tray underneath.
Look for the holy man, there's filings of his sharpened teeth.
Hunt behind the spin to get pepper-sprayed by Police.

Sometimes a shoulders needed, their compassionless these flock of shells.
And then your confidence fails you, and you damn it all to hell.

There's a minefield in the playground, it's explosive in your mind.
Beware those claiming righteousness, advance the might of any kind.
A world set to label you, your moods and shopping needs defined.
All those wrongs that need put right, you struggle to find the time.

Sometimes a shoulders needed, when livings like a prison cell.
Restraint maintains the status quo, it's sugar sweetened I can tell.

The sun melts away the night. If you let it, you'll feel warm.
Ma said don't ever play with fire. Now it's turning up to burn.
The camps expand in Purity, sing the Lord his love is stern.
And proclaim that the original stain, was to question and to learn.

Sometimes a shoulders needed, some shelter or a meal.
When freedoms gained at thrice the price, can you buy the health to heal.
Sometimes a shoulders needed, some shelter or a meal.
It's a miracle your still an optimist, cos your hell is real.

so art can be this inturnal search
this process that reveals

the layers of socialised
environmental
and
human ego layers
emotional sort of reactive repressed stuff to life

a ritual of getting thru
beyond
and in to that

to emerge maybe
connected
simply
not as isolated anymore
by shareing
exposeing
this challenges then
others who
may not have your nervious disposition
intent sort of anilitical speculative phiulosophivcal
sexually repressed
perhaps
denial
inadequit
sort of pagentry of normal
normal
but
theren its also redeeming
its not safe to share
and then its th only safty in exposure

and so the inward
outward
sort of polarises ya life into a throbbing organism
of stupid proportions
well
unwell
optimism
and negitive spioral
critical
and compassionate

understanding
and just lost amn
i dont know

were all fucked
and
redeemed

arts a worry
like accounting
and m ilking heards of cattle beast

its just a reality that goes on
someones gotta do it
even if the more stable fixed and domestifyed amoung us dont know they need us
its still nessesary unto th whole
jungian soup of collective

in nz theres a fairly demissive and stand off
not comment sort of
no feed back
sort of
ignore ya sort of
jelous
sort of
not my problem
sort of
dont give a fuck
sort of
dont buy it
sort of
were not international
i like landscapes
sort of
oh is it abstract modern art
sort of
banal folksy rejection..like anyone cares if ya live or die sort of climate

and its a place ya can do it too..
cos no one gives a fuck if ya live or die
its abandonment
self centred
end of th earth
sort of sad utopia

wish something mattered..
wished life was important
wish that civilisation wasnt this bewildering mish mash of complex scary web tangled transactional thang

and pple were trustwerthy and nice and
things had meaning
purpose and value
and
we were all middle class and not hard done by bitter and nasty

haha
go on
middle class values for every one
lifes a safe suburban back yard
dog and mall

dog dog dog

supply n demand

market church

and
student and art school

mental hospital and oil spill

but enough of the negative tired 3 am rhetoric

theres many many
brillient real miricles
all th time
and i feel them
are part of th flow man
and am
swimmig in th sea of connected energy all around me
of me
thru me

oh yeah
its true helleluya

acoustic music
happy

i believe it
and then
roads
traffic noise
desensitized fracturedness

and displaced
the journey
trust th process james

muhahahaha

i gave that drawing to a old woman on th plane
we spoke of her tapestry lore
and
lost embodyd knowledge
and
the sighn n symbol being externalised and used to controll
when it was always a code of the inturenal journey to self kn owledge and
gateway to unity with universe within

inner road

art
and
majic
and power

ahh the old pple
ahh th land
ahh th
sex
lust
power
and silence

placeing feet..direction north

its mental feedback
and climate of self sort of narration

appologys for yeasterdays glut of doom..sjustment displaced mechanic feedback

and

your all wonderfull
cherished and totally indespecable
im comeing to realise

how that community and
connection
affirming wqorth
and purpose is
th
only life raft of nessasary..
split between villages all over
and found in th now
in th everywhere attitude
bounatly
optimisim
and
gratitude
i mean
new age mantra of self help aside

th perplexing negative wail
the
catch all feel sorry for myself
and
abandon chil rhetoric projected

is real too
fixing him
we
spoke for decades
at great length
circling th globe
and
still learns lore to this effect

boobs
smile
and
nuzzling armpit hormone smell

all that child man woman love

top head
universe in up
there

all alone gloryously

but fortunate the story
and
leading this
to
step after step
between
many
worlds all th time
with many entry n exit points

strange vessels

majic

placeing feet..direction north

its mental feedback
and climate of self sort of narration

appologys for yeasterdays glut of doom..ajustment displaced mechanic feedback

one day of organisational life decision ..and help from friends ..again.!
where would i be with out you..


and

your all wonderfull
cherished and totally indespecable
im comeing to realise

how that community and
connection
affirming wqorth
and purpose is
th
only life raft of nessasary..
split between villages all over
and found in th now
in th everywhere attitude
bounatly
optimisim
and
gratitude
i mean
new age mantra of self help aside

th perplexing negative wail
the
catch all feel sorry for myself
and
abandon chil rhetoric projected

is real too
fixing him
we
spoke for decades
at great length
circling th globe
and
still learns lore to this effect

boobs
smile
and
nuzzling armpit hormone smell

all that child man woman love

top head
universe in up
there

all alone gloryously

but fortunate the story
and
leading this
to
step after step
between
many
worlds all th time
with many entry n exit points

strange vessels

majic

loved plentitude

star beach
fire and pple.
fat bubbling sausages..burning art on sticks

dunes waves
sea birds

glows from behind hillock..then plane the plane
like xtra terrestrial from diagonal ascent

emotional politic
love enginairing
accepting and knowing
limit
boundry
gratitude
weakness
and beuty

its ability to adheare to loyalty
split self agenda
and small safe
or big scattered

success in too m any definitions
to compatability seizures

but still a nice hormonial instinctual friend
meeting
none th less

and its normal
your a mamel
and its messy with this stuff
its gonna hurt

your a champ
its gonna hurt

yeah go on everyone is wounded..everyone is toxic liers
everyone is crippled power reactive bully infants
and
self centred narcissist capitilist consumer alchololic addictive exhausted misanthropes

like reptile prehistery out of date software genetic emotional karma packs
and

speak easy..your the same goo it was ever

like it or lump it
lve
and only love

and love and shine the light from some
sours code
of
yes shadow
yes sourse and
evil
boundless void fear

with
something
nothing
describeing all


when we know we hover in perceptably inbetween
like
occilateing frequnecys

truth particles
and
bipolar mood occilating thought threads of connective tissue

oh heal this
hook me up
mainframe
cosmic core

son of univers
woman and ocean

black boot fetish army
only a small
imposably inconsequential position
amoungst th true layers

the real you
the story
reading the story
telling the story

ll other repeating
rhetoric a lame poetic throwback would recite again again again

like mantra for awe
intimacy
wonder and
memory un beyond the self

eclipse

journey
threshold

grace?
peace?
wonder?
beuty?
knowledge?
wizdom?
kindness?
extremitys of weather?
adventure?
and hope?

burning till it
is gone
to grow renew
similtainiously
levels with in levels
social civilisation
beusness
ethic
and
soul
collection plate

power
fear
greed
makes
controll
drama
and death regulate
sane makes
corrosive plastic
and armiment factory

neuro toxin flash forward
varing past codes of measurement reduntant but
still fucntioning..elemental flesh

some displaced mind
people
ghost tapu
curse
blessing

we sex the
history
infinite the beurocratic legislative love in of law
with
soft arm penaltys
cause n effect
the
pattern manipulater..policy. tribal.
and
d j music station sample download
with
wooden log heart beat tripple bypass

eurithmia
sort of
live th dream
plausable pause

govenment hand job
with fake celebrity ruling class drone
fake hype on luxury class lie
with absorbant nightmares
pleasent denial
were natzi now
with consent mass apathy approval

dont lie thers things there so dark we
peek untill it huts and
hate ourself for even considdering it
too late
contaminated
the power mad rich corperate animal collective hive mind war
always war drives and vampire wrestle ripping demographic itch
heart blood trails on interface
user node

me bleonging..in subtle aura hijack

select a hologram
its a life
parent
deal
contractual compromise life time relationahip emotioanl support system for others weak love less ness
and genetic superior ego fancy

survival was never so outdated.

mke ceramic art n craft
make primitive hide painting
make bread
sew a heirloom like granda may have.

a friendly alzeimhers for a deconstructed population

we dont exist
its been invadedand redundancy is certain

we can enjoy entropy
and make th most of it
or
use th opportunity to shift dimentions
assimilate for
some other opportunity..we cant even dream of yet

dolphin fuck
gold brain
para pool universe
smaller
bigness
in
we are not the only game being played in here.

helleluya
amene
praise the lord
realestate
sacred scripture
advertiseing circulers
the information
heirachy
access and
perception

there was a baby on th beach called quantumn for gods sake!