Incrementally components of new much-bigger-than-art projects are coming into focus, and I am excited to orchestrate them into fruition. Moena Moxham and my publicised creative endeavours are only a select portion of projects I have worked on, and new concepts in many different fields are sometimes years in assembly. Everything is about timing, and finding the right piece or person for the particular construction of that project; sometimes this takes events to accumulate before an essential part is revealed.

Often I look back and reflect on how things can click together, how overtime roadblocks are never as they seem, and that there is no such thing as a set back. Every single ‘set back’ in my life has brought revelations, growth and productivity, and with it, honest reflection that really, at that point it was abso-bloody-lutely necessary to have that happen because the timing was not right. I was not right at that point, there was something I needed to experience or learn.

Every day, in every way, we are better and better- and it is a progressive revolution.

I fascinates me in this age how quick we are to assume that people expose and promote every detail about themselves- we have become quicker than ever to make assumptions and allocations based on visual media, constructed information and sourced opinion. I don't require media attention or publicity in order to select or create my ideas. If anything, quite the opposite- I am immersed in the things I am doing because I am passionate about them and because it matters to myself and those involved. To me, privacy and respecting somebody without having to summarise them is a very wonderful and magical part of human interaction. Embracing the unknown allows for surprise, and nothing is ever what it seems from the outside. It is so dangerous to summarise- change is the only constant and most human opinions are projections of negative . This progressive revolution requires by absolute, that no person, experience or sensory incident can be exactly repeated- if ego is locked into thinking you know what will happen, all cumulative development is missed. However, humans have to summarise in order to select how to advance, but in my experience, fluid calculations built on heart, on intuition and on instinctive body language not appearance, money or status, makes some rather fantastic and incredible things occur.

So leaving you in a haze of mystery and a tantalising drift to the precipice of what is to come next, here is a poem and story special to me, and from the inner workings of my mind.

I read this story at my Grandfather Gibby’s funeral, and as I have shared before, he was a luminary to not only myself and my family, but to those he helped and saved over his surgical career and encountered in every day life. It is a story of hope, of simplicity and of grace; and it brings me much joy and happiness when I think of it, as to me it is the essence of existence. It is how my grandfather lived, and it is how I aspire to. Every moment we make impressions into the sand of our paths and every day we marvel and exist within the universe of our stars. One and the same, just spinning in different curves as we brush and encounter each other.

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A man was walking along a beach after a storm. All along the beach there were starfish that had been thrown up onto the shore and were dying in the sun. As he walked along he came across a small boy. He watched as the boy picked up a starfish, walked into the waves and threw it as far as he could into the ocean. Then he walked back, picked up another starfish and did the same again. When the man came across the boy he asked what he was doing. The boy replied that he was saving the starfish.

The man replied “But you couldn't possibly make a difference- there are thousands of starfish thrown up on the beach. You are just one boy.”

The boy picked up a starfish, walked into the waves and threw the starfish out as far as he could. Then he walked up to the man and said “Well, I just made the world of difference to that starfish.”

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Ideas are Divine

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Closed eyes

lit up within from

radiant

dancing imagery in waltz

Emitting likeness and collecting

effervescence

as they step closer to each other

Trajectories brushing

sparks