Pony Gold limited-run Whiskey Visions tee, available for pre-order here.
All jewellery is vintage; Spell and the Gypsy Collective; Southset; Lakota; Buffalo Girl; and Rejoice the Hands.
This is for eternal enlightenment seekers. For arriving in a place you’ve never seen before. For discovery. For hastily written notes and sketches.
This is for Pink Floyd in the midnight dark. For hand drawn temporary tattoos. For real ones. For loved ones.
For last night’s conversations and this morning’s coffee.
This is for beat-up boots kicking up dust. For concho hatbands, for whiskey visions, for silver and turquoise.
For McCarthy, Faulkner, Townes and Waylon.
Pony Gold Whiskey Visions shirt is available for pre-order here (shipped February 17).
Yay! I finally got organised and finished the artwork for another tee. I've been perfecting this one for a while, and I'm finally happy with the font size and the illustration elements of it.
It's printed on a charcoal (dark grey) slim-fit loose tee with sleeves, perfect for rolling up or cutting off or doing whatever the hell it is you like to do with your shirts.
I hope you guys love it as much as I do!
I'm not sure how many will be printed, but at the moment I'm planning on a pretty short run. And (thank god!) I'm not doing the printing this time, which makes me obscenely happy.
Yesterday was a good day. After work we took Humble down to the bay and walked along the beach – I found an urchin shell, and a giant feather, maybe from an eagle or an albatross, but probably from a pelican. I stole some flowers from the car park as we left. I worked on some drawings that are going out into the world, and some that are going somewhere else.
And the first sample of these shirts I’ve been meaning to print finally arrived in the mail.
But more on that soon…
Both prints available here.
It's waking up in a mostly white room, with the sun already clear of the horizon but the air crisp in a house that never really gets cold.
It's the incessant chime of a bird that only lives in this valley.
It's silence except for a distant highway... or ocean... or something non-descript. It's the fact that on still nights you can hear the train whistle hundreds of kilometres away.
It's a shelf full of treasures -- of fox skulls and leatherwork and urchin shells and snake skins.
It's the slide of gravel, the rasp of grass, the silk of sand, beneath feet that know them well.
It's sunrises you watch over already-industrious hands, it's fresh white fish baking in the evening.
It's the simple human dignity of being able to stare out at a vacant plot and put your hands on the earth, directly.
Of understanding that you're just like everything else in the chain, and no Mercedes, no Louis Vuitton, no house in Toorak, can ever put adequate distance between you and it.
And, after all of this, it might just be quaint and idealistic and all-very-nice-but, but it beats life in the city all to hell.
... Just taking advantage of another manic phase these last few weeks.
I'm trying to organise my brain into logical progressions towards meaningful end results, but it's difficult. There's lots of distractions, namely, cute dogs and cactus gardens and 44-degree heat and other drawings I'd like to work on.
But that being said, there are a few exciting projects on the go, as always.
Also, I've posted a lot of original and larger pieces on my shop here. With some, I have been -- and still am, a bit -- debating about whether I should sell them, because I don't want to part with them. But I need to make way for new thoughts and growth... so, out with the old.
Important life things:
Weenie Mutt and Bunny the Bunyip: best camping companions (on the anti bad vibes shield from Volcom) // T H A N K Y O U – For being rad, encouraging, positive, and supporting my artwork over the years.
Farm drawings: hydrangeas, ponies I’m not allowed to buy, and Christmas present leather rings from Buffalo Girl // Fox teeth, purple flowers, Nat Geo pages, dad's bullet casings.
Things that are strange, beautiful or gone for good. Respectively: hanging cacti, lavender and marsupial lion skull // ‘God’s Country/Stargazer’ flash sheet for my lover.
Wildflowers and feather collected in Eden, creating our own magic // A R D E N T H E A R T E D – All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leaning of his life were for the ardenthearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise. From All the Pretty Horses.
Hope you year is off to a good start!