Dusk til'

I am whatever you think I am

Imagination is

Imagination is finding a word that someone will hear, a metaphor someone will see.

Imagination is taking the cliche out of something that has been said over and over again.

Imagination is hearing the silences

Imagination is knowing how we have have been liberated in our narrative strategies by painters, novelists, poets, composers, film makers, dancers.

This is the bike that I will love more than any other. My Dad owned this bike. He brought it over to Australia in 1981 in a wooden teachest. He put is back together himself and it stayed with our family until about 5 years ago. For a while it didnt get riden. It sat on our hallway collecting dust like a family heirloom. I wanted it to become a heirloom eventually. It was a sad sad day the day Dad sold it. A man with white hair and a large tummy who looked like he would never ride it, came and picked it up. He drove it home on the back of a trailer, white ropes held it in place. Although its gone I wont forget its roar, the slight burn from the exhaust pipe, the smell of the fumes and the friction burn on my legs. Dad would take me up to the top of Transit Hill. He would drive just a little bit too fast so we could feel the rush of speed. But we always felt safe there was an unspoken strong trust. It is still there.

This is the bike that I will love more than any other.

My Dad owned this bike. He brought it over to Australia in 1981 in a wooden teachest. He put is back together himself and it stayed with our family until about 5 years ago.

For a while it didnt get riden. It sat on our hallway collecting dust like a family heirloom. I wanted it to become a heirloom eventually.

It was a sad sad day the day Dad sold it. A man with white hair and a large tummy who looked like he would never ride it, came and picked it up. He drove it home on the back of a trailer, white ropes held it in place.

Although its gone I wont forget its roar, the slight burn from the exhaust pipe, the smell of the fumes and the friction burn on my legs.

Dad would take me up to the top of Transit Hill. He would drive just a little bit too fast so we could feel the rush of speed. But we always felt safe there was an unspoken strong trust. It is still there.

This is my first animation which i really enjoyed doing. Inspired by a haunted Abbey in the Cotswolds, England and the dream scape ideas of Dali I came up with this

Silver Water

Silver Water

Bronte to Bondi walk 

Bronte to Bondi walk 

Sandstone Cliffs

Sandstone Cliffs

Looking back on Tamarama and Bronte Beach

Looking back on Tamarama and Bronte Beach

Icebergs Pool, Bondi, Sunday

Icebergs Pool, Bondi, Sunday