Category: Journal
-
A year of presence.
Leaving the social media world for all of 2022 began as an experiment to give myself back time and it’s byproduct, attention. I wrote more about that idea on 1/1/22 in The need for silence. Pre-virus, I lived in a sun-lit western aspect mid century studio apartment that had just enough space for me to…
-
The dark side of the moon.
Some nights the darkest parts of the room are darker than usual. It’s impossible to get to sleep because every time you try, the hollow quality of the black patches fool rationality and so it’s safer to remain awake. Aware. Alert. On this particular evening there were sounds. A one time beep that had remarkable…
-
13 art classes in Hopetoun.
When the virus first hit I left Melbourne (a short term plan turned indefinite), and stayed with family in Palm Beach, Queensland. Our neighbours were home-schooling their kids. One family that was good friends with ours had an enthusiasm for art, and needed to leave the house, so I started teaching them simple techniques by…
-
Emotional software updates.
Every now and then a circumstance will enter the theatre of your life bearing an invitation to change. This shift in attitude, perspective, pattern, could seem tiny on the surface but ripple deeper into the fabric of your being. Over time I have come to observe these fluxes of inevitability more closely… They’re not all…
-
A lullaby by Robert Louis Stevenson, circa 1875.
While deleting spam emails this afternoon, I fell upon an eDM from a hidden gem in NYC that sells magazines of revered photography and design from every era between here and the 17th century. I once spent an accidental fortune (USD to AUD math) on five, or so, magazines and books about 1960s,70s home designs;…
-
Goodbye Joan.
There’s a tattoo on my middle back of a Californian horizon, rugged edges of a mountain in a desert with a single mid-century era chair, facing out toward the sun. The disjointed image is a memory of a place I love and an ode to a life I believe to have lived, another time ago.…
-
Another day on planet Earth.
You’ve likely heard me say it before, or have seen it pressed through the beloved keys of my typewriter, but if it’s your first look at the phrase, let me introduce the sentiment. ‘Another day on planet Earth’ is a statement with every possibility on the other side. Every emotion is at hand and such…
Life in the Slow Lane 