Rockin'!

Well... Shit. 

I told them Physics was hard!

Newton’s notebook pages

night night. from my other blog... for my photojournalism class. check it out

Night time photography is always daunting, especially when I know that my kit lenses are way too slow. I mean f/3.5 or f/4 being the widest makes means REALLLLY slow shutter speeds or high ISO if  I don’t have a tripod… 

But… sometimes those shots come out pleasant enough. 

On the other side of time. I found my self in the belly of a hundred-year-old clock tower, the gears frozen in time. I saw glimpses of the past in the cobwebs and graffiti and dust. Yet when I looked through the crack in the glass of clock's face i saw a future that spread out over the open savannah, endless opportunities, all from an uplifted perspective.

Late night writings #3

The power of the mind. You just thought of it, in that you just processed it, in that you realised that in a split second (or maybe less) you became fully aware of what happens all the time subconsciously. 

We use our minds for all sorts of things... Some wondrous, some mediocre, some light, some dark... And you can imagine the list of all the things. 

I use my mind to paint pictures. What do you do with yours?

Late night writings #5

And to cure my madness... I paint. The floor is literally littered with painted paper... The images become real after a while.

This is my life. I am responsible and irresponsible. I am rich and broke. The concept of family is elusive. I paint.

truth about him from the eyes of a fern

i saw him painting yellow in the rain.  

weathered with moss and pale patches that looked like a gutter with massive, dried toothpaste stains - the wall of the dull, intrusive cellphone tower caught my interest, one day.

first, i noticed the great portion of soothing blue that began to mask the ugliness, then i was quickly enchanted by the yellow—the colour of that good, beloved kind of powdered curry. i was  D   R   A   W   N. through the back glass, i managed to see only an afro—glorious in the rain. the taxi ripped me away from the scene—curious, inspired, intrigued.

but i found out. thanks, Dani :) it was KRISTON BANFIELD.

for all his life, and nineteen of mine, Kriston Banfield and i were “neighbours”. he is now 20 and laughed when i divulged my occasional “give one” or “take one” formula for sharing my age. but i stated it honestly. it was not important for me to cheat youth or maturity in that instance.

we walked for a bit in the rain while i tried to regulate my excitement that he was a new source of inspiration for me, and i hope, the community.

his vibrant, enlightened beings will share spaces along the lengthy one-way-in-one-way-out road in my “Past de Lighthouse” community. i allow myself to be carried away with my own sentimentality and be persuaded that the fantastic, emulsified characters will move people to appreciate this public form of expression. perhaps it will encourage them to relay their own positive messages, activating a new sense of pride in the valley.  

Banfield’s animated use of colour and his kinetic lines constitute energy, movement and change. they communicate and evoke so many thoughts and possibilities, to me.

i am in full support of what he is doing and am grateful that he is taking time and showing interest in doing it here, in “de bush”—in Santa Cruz. FULL RESPECT TO THIS POSITIVE YOUTH. he real kewl too. check out his blog: http://kbanfield.tumblr.com/   

Light.

Re3 I we r I 5 e I 4 EEE re I e

Work in progress. The name will come soon. When I take a better picture. 

Took this with a Sony Cybershit dsc... I thought it would be too much hassle to get out my dslr.  All the colours look weird.

The 2nd photo is better no? That's that dslr goodness. 

Iz

Hey kbanfield check this out. 

Humility

Now i realise that my art is primitive... My creativity has been subject to entropy. I'm soooooooooooo last decade. Heck, half of me hasn't left the '90s... There is nothing. My style doesn't even exist. Or does it?

Done.

Classic Rosette Inlay

This old guitar is so full of tone and inspiration for me. It plays so well too.

The Caveman

Painting pictures on the walls of our modern caves.