a cloud elephant chases across the expansive blue sky

sitting in the studio. no music no wifi. sinking deep into the silence. it's both tender and fierce.

the great thing that comes from embracing uncertainty... it reminds you that the past is really done and dusted

learning to feel supported within a universe of uncertainty.

when the days feels like you are jumping up and down on a trampoline doing somersaults in the air.

the lure of the avant garde for an artist. is it just a hook that starts a press release?

walking along a train platform , with a train arriving and departing on both sides.  walking forward but my perception doesn't seem so sure.

i step in an untried direction- invigorating!

i feel like my mind is blowing a gale! sudden change of pace, packing up after three week art residency.

i gently lower myself into the depth of silence and collect the information from below.

day eighteen of artist residency. eating walnuts from the tree. practising new fresco techniques.

day eight of artist residency in chianti. learning fresco,eating porcini and walks amongst the vinyards and olive groves!

day one of artists retreat: chianti hills, butterflies, sun. work: none

i feel refreshed after a session of painting, it's like emptying out the garbage

i paint the garbage collectors. digging into daily life i find dignity and challenge what is valuable.

tethered to the streets of Berlin, i am less careless with my freedom.

i let wonder take me outside of the lines

i'm drawn to the garbage collectors on our streets. they work in full view but are somehow invisible. i wonder if an artist does a similar job. re-evaluates what's of worth for us.

stray  pieces of paper twirl down the street, people wouldn't be so careless if it were a bank note.

Karl-Marx strasse is filled with construction work and sweet tobacco from the shisha bars, passing foreign languages and mobile telephone shops. once again i swoon at Berlin.

should interactions on the street, or at work be viewed as a social transaction, be considered day to day purchases? What currency is traded in our community?

choosing to challenge yourself:  confusing if you're used to resenting the authority figure telling you what to do. hang on; i told myself to do this? but i dont wanna...tantrum? or press the resistance into the work. produce.

is painting like taking out the garbage? the refuse of the past days channelled into some paint on paper. an alchemical transformation as i unburden onto the page.

i count off notes of freshly minted currency. invisible transactions of time as money.

can you contribute to a city with the way you walk down the street?

the difference between inhabiting a community and being a series of habits in a city

being an artist can feel like you're standing at a vegas roulette wheel screaming double or nothing on red

do cities stamp us as individuals? does each city direct us, mold our behaviour? do they brand us in a cohesive power? can a city diminish your sense of self?

a city has a temperament. what effect does the city have on its people?

two hundred years ago in Sydney rum was the currency, it still runs on the same reckless and unruly pace, but now the currency is real estate

my life in berlin is a series of habits, is this how a place becomes home? inhabited.

trundling along the cobblestone street in Berlin im hunched under the low zinc sky

inhabiting the unknown as i walk upon the city's veneer

 sharing public space with mobile phone conversations

daily transactions on the street of our cities

we think we choose but we just copy each other

tangled up in the city i live in. what surrounds me creates me.