piasala

Show in Bondi

2010-12-13T17:01:00.005+11:00

I'll be exhibiting some work at Bondi Beach gallery, Art Moment Gallery
in their annual Summer Moments show.

Come on down to check it out at 99 Curlewis St.
Opening will be from 6-9pm on Wed 15th Dec.

Unfortunate Cancellation of Events...

2010-11-23T22:24:00.003+11:00

Unfortunately, the event mentioned in my last post has been
postponed until next year. I will be sure to let you all know when
it will be happening.

Apologies to all the excited people out there.
I know there must have been at least a few of you!

Until further notice,
P

Upcoming Exhibition

2010-11-22T15:03:00.001+11:00

I will be showing a series of works in an upcoming Culture Club group exhibition extravaganza! My art will be featured,
along-side a gaggle of other creatively talented young people.
It's an honour to be part of something like this, and I'm very excited.

Tickets are only $30 (which includes a $20 donation) plus a free drink for the first 100 people through the door!

If you'd like to come down to The Club in Kings Cross this Thursday night to witness some stars in the making, you can grab yourself a ticket here.
And to find out more about the event, go to their facebook page.

Hope to see you there!

Toy Story 3

unfinished

2010-11-17T16:02:00.001+11:00

Lost and out of sorts
completely with a cause.
Leaps from strength to strength
beside me lacks applause.

My confidence is flailing, on the cusp of true parading
when the conscious overrules the rest
and logic comes to reigning.

Give me a new position in the scheme of spectrum tones
the wonderland of colour stands above the mono drones.
The clones of days and moments take away this precious time
that could be used for living and flirting with the line.

The solid dreams of want will make resentment all that's clear
regardless of the common rest, my judgement will adhere.
To what, I do not know, be it comfort or resistance,
love, manipulation or merely an existence?

Hearts are made of muscle, unlikened to emotion,
but mine is tissue paper, wet and almost broken.

The Matchmakers

Second Exhibition

2010-10-28T19:18:00.003+11:00

For the second time, two of my new works are up being exhibited as part of the launch of online magazine, Cosine Vol. 3.

"Cosine is an online magazine consisting of Australian artists showcasing their creative talent to the world. From digital designers to sculptors, photographers to painters, each artist will have a dedicated profile page that will include some of their latest and greatest works in cosine's upcoming Vol. 3."

The latest edition was made live and downloadable last night and features your's truly along with an array of up-and-comers from the Sydney area. (It's downloadable here.)

You can drop down to Pocket Bar in Darlinghurst any time in the next week to check out the talent or purchase yourself a piece of art!

Alternatively, you can contact me if you are interested in purchasing one of the two. And any feedback is more than welcome.

Here are my two pieces. Happy viewing!

Belligerent Betty . 60x90 cm . $220

Narcissistic Nancy . 60x90 cm . $220

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

My first exhibition!

2010-10-05T15:20:00.003+11:00

Last night was the opening of my first little art exhibition.
The two works were hung at 3 Weeds bar in Paddington,
and will be showing for a month.

A great night was had by all, as well as a guest appearance
by a Socceroo, who shall remain unnamed!

The works are up for auction, so if you are in or from the area,
drop in and check them out! Bidding goes for the duration of the month.

You can also contact me to make an offer. I will need your name and email address, the name of the work you would like to bid on,
and the amount you wish to bid.

The pieces are both approximately 100x150cm and are painted
on MDF board.

At the close of the exhibition, the highest bid will be donated to charity and the winning bidder gets to keep the work!

Below are the two works that I painted specifically for this location.
Apologies for the quality of the images..

Hope you like!

P

New Optical

Pathological Pete

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

A little bit short

2010-07-28T10:36:00.000+10:00

The only way I used to know how to write was to rhyme. It used to come so naturally to me. I guess it still would, but my mind is being suffocated. If it could get some air, maybe it would spit something out.

I'm drowning in my daily duties. A bed I have made for myself.
I just need to change the sheets.

I should put a sign outside:
"Advisory words required."

For now, I'm done. In more ways than one.

The little boy told me to hold on tight. But to what, he did not say.

Recovery

What is this?

2010-06-02T20:08:00.001+10:00

Distancing slowly,
ahead, separate entry.
Catching the doors,
faking anonymity.

Sitting and waiting,
eyes scan the room.
Avoiding collision
more difficult soon.

Answering, listening,
differring comments.
Making them sound
like complete separate moments.

Eventual bonding
of left-behind witness,
choosing ignoring
is best in this business.

Regaining togetherness
feels like a blessing,
a hug and a kiss
and I'm never confessing.

Slight mental breakdown.

2010-06-01T15:14:00.005+10:00

I don't know what's up with me today but I feel as though all the direction from my life has melted into a murky brown puddle. I'm not sure if I know where I am, or where I'm heading to, what to do next, how to approach the near/immediate future in order to get to the place where the goals I was speaking of yesterday are.

I wish I could exchange the furniture in my house for any other pieces I desire. Example. Swap my couch for any other couch of my liking. Swap an oven for some amazing art. Swap my bedside table for two matching new ones. Regardless of price, style, era, make.

I want a house, mind and wardrobe makeover. Maybe if I revamp my belongings and threads, everything will seem clearer up between my ears. But then I can't do that (to the extent that I would like to) without ample money at my disposal.

Now I need a way to make the money that I require. I could do that through the direction that I want to move my career into, but I'm not there yet, and not even really on the way. I do love the environment that I'm working in at the moment, and the opportunities that it brings along with it, but at the same time, I'd also like to be gaining different knowledge and skills that I'm unable to achieve through my current workplace.

I wish there was a way I could double the time in each day so that I could continue to work where I am, and make money and gain knowledge that way AND offer my time to another place where I could gain the extra bits that I need in order to come nearer to my goals (most probably with minimal pay, if any).

So there's my catch 22.

Want to achieve my goals, need money to do that, want to learn skills necessary to achieve my goals, but won't make money that way. Could keep making money the way that I am, but won't achieve the goals entirely.

Help?

Etcetera: Creating Beautiful Interiors with the Things You Love

Goals and Souls.

2010-05-31T10:13:00.006+10:00

I spent some time thinking about achieving goals. That's my aim. I've got some pretty solid ones, and want them achieved by the end of the year.

This year has already been a big one. Alot of changes still on the cards and hopefully some realisation too. This may sound cryptic, but my mind is a little bit overloaded with what I want to say. I think I'm getting there.

Here are some new words...

Rounding the following up in an instant
is likened to using a straight-ended instrument.
I don't know when actual comes into now
but the feeling is brewing and turning me round.

It seems like the future is reaching far back
and yanking me forward to launch it's attack
I'm hoping the outcome is upward instead,
for upsides make downward feel worse than the dread.

To-ing and fro-ing in mindless relations,
breaking and mending my false instigations.
Grip onto bending the pole into loops
and standing on waves
and drifting through hoops.

They won't know the answers,
those men in the mind,
they speak to me in riddles
while leaving behind
the valuable writings
from scholars gone by
who did know and try to be
open inside.

Bring on the focus and listen intently
learn from the best and roll in a Bentley.
Do all the things you are striving to find
forget any snakes that will leave you behind.
Skip to the ladders and lift yourself up,
So at ends you will find yourself holding the cup.

Interior Design and Decoration

Not yet at all

2010-05-26T12:03:00.001+10:00

I don't mean to falter;
I don't want to fail.
My mind is not there yet;
My heart would derail.

I can't show the reasons;
I can't hide the ways.
I really don't mean it,
I hold the delays.

I want to see past this;
I want to gain praise.
My future is bright, still,
My aim sparkles glaze.

(lounge) room with a view

2010-05-26T12:00:00.001+10:00

Wouldn't it be nice to see this from your couch?

I don't think I would mind.

other images courtesy of google.

Wallpaper like no other.

2010-05-25T15:18:00.008+10:00

This year I ventured out to the DesignEx trade fair for the first time. It was quite overwhelming, with ALOT of interesting things to see, but one stand in particular, I cannot stop telling people about!

Eurowalls has introduced the 'Stone Range' of wallpaper. This is like nothing I've ever seen before, and really really excites me! It's a German product which is thin and flexible and adheres to walls, columns, ledges, etc – just like wallpaper.

But, wait for it, it looks and feels like genuine stone! It comes in sandstone, slate, travertine and concrete. It is truly unique and special and I would be fooled into thinking it was the real thing.

Apart from being completely out of any price range near to mine, I am officially in love.

I want to sandstone my study!

Check it.

Sandstone

Sandstone InSitu

Concrete – HOW GOOD?!

oooohh..

Slate!

I ♥

All rolled up just like regular wallpaper!

Oh yeah, and you can check them out at here or here.

Easy Instant Decoration Wall Sticker Decal - Spring Flowers and Birds

Chilli or no?

2010-05-24T00:35:00.000+10:00

Who here eats chilli? Personally, I don't mind a bit of heat, but I mean the kind of heat that warms your mouth and then leaves you with nothing more than a slight humming reminder of what was there before.

NOT the kind of heat that smacks you upside the face then chases the saliva around your mouth, over your tongue and all the way down your throat so that breathing becomes a difficulty, liquid starts dripping from all orephesus and you inhale - not for breath, but to temporarily alleviate the painful burn of the exhale on your lips.

This is what my man, Zaz likes to experience. And here is a photo of the chilli mixture he makes (pre-blending) which he eats by the tablespoon.

This is a large blender.
He is loopy if you ask me, but that's why I love him!

Foods, moods and dudes.

2010-05-23T00:09:00.000+10:00

What is the function
of tipping and dunking;
the peak of the rupture
alone at a luncheon.

The windows to inside
blow out without warning,
then deflate with pins, my excuse now just boring.

I don't know the reason
my world keeps on crashing;
re-booting then memory
kicks into action.

Then sorry and dumbfounded,
tail between legs,
I throw myself back
and I start then to beg,

With "I'm sorry"s and "honestly,
I have no idea,
why laughing and joking
has turned into tears."

The crazy has got me
- re-opened the door -
to the nonsense of downing them;
2 and soon 4.

He stays like my rock
only quivering once,
understandably so,
as I total the fronts.

The best of the best,
he is here with me now.
Ever smiling, my buddy
Beans, peanuts, and mo'.

TILES, my loves.

2010-05-19T14:02:00.004+10:00

Tiles make me happy.
Ceramic tiles especially.

The imperfect edges, combined with bold colours, and earthy textural variations makes my fingertips sing. I feel myself light up when I walk into a tile showroom, eager to jump right in and touch everything!

Here are some snaps of some beauties I found today. More to come in a later post, I'm sure.

Are these scales not AH-MAZING?! I'd use them the other way up like a mermaid's tail.

Little penny-sized rounds with metal edging.

Available in great colours. Interesting Shape..

Amazing colour range available in these hexagonal beauties.

These geometric tiles piece together like a puzzle, creating amazing shapes and designs.

Gorgeous imperfect square mosaic.

When laid, these look b.e.a.utiful!

Nice shape!

I am in LOVE with these micro-mosaics. Teeny little squares. Heaps of colours. YUMMMM!

Very textural. Nice effect.

Ciao for now x

As one

2010-05-18T11:40:00.001+10:00

Our hearts beat in sync
while you lay naked on the mattress.
We lie and we think
about the stories of hours past.

Your fingers touch my hair
along the gap between my ear and neck.
I inhale and stare;
harmonic gentle creature.

You reach for the phone;
Existence defined by whens and whos.
When we are all alone
the pressure tends to stop.

I want this..

2010-05-13T08:55:00.003+10:00

This was a husband's gift to his wife on her birthday, and then he gave her the actual camera!

Greatness.

via designformankind

beautiful flowers and yum.

2010-05-10T10:11:00.008+10:00

Some yummy images for you to pour over.. I'm loving dreamy bunches of flowers at the moment. And succulents! Bought some of those purple cabbage-looking things a couple of days ago. Looking beautiful in my antique watering can of a vase!

And a pic of my anniversary rose...

©piasala

I also decided that my balcony was in desperate need of a makeover. And seeing as yesterday was Garage Sale HEAVEN in my lovely suburb of Bondi, I thought it would be the perfect day for it. I jumped on my bicycle and, lo and behold, the first one I came across was run by a lovely man selling all kinds of potted beauties!

Here's what I came home with...

Next garage sale I found had the perfect little bench to complete my balcony makeover!

Now I can't wait for the actual balcony itself to be redone!

Here is some indoor garden inspiration...

All images that are not mine are care of lalalovelythings and apartmenttherapy.

i LOVE things that are loved.

2010-05-09T15:56:00.006+10:00

Sensual Concepts. A shop in Sydney's Redfern. A treasure trove of pre-loved items. Along with some gorgeous flowers.. I DO love a colourful floral arrangement!

This store is housed in a 1850s Georgian house, and is jam-packed full of aged bits and pieces to make your mouth water.

Here are some photos I scanned from an old Vogue Living.

First up is owner, Mr Ken Wallis himself. Then there are some interior shots of the store.

Enjoy.

2010-05-09T09:59:00.003+10:00

Going through my folders of collected images and inspiration on my laptop this morning..

How boldly amazing is this rug!

I love the geometric-ness, and the colours also.

Wonder

2010-05-05T09:55:00.002+10:00

Freestylin. No edits. This was free flowing verse. Hope you like...

Over and ending,
the spoons won't stop bending.
Flying then solid;
deep, yet suspending.

Heavy and weighted;
joyous and faint
in through the glass,
sedated with hatred.

When is it right
to be see-through and light,
if the focus of this
is to put up a fight?

The endless contorting of
tubes and soft tissue
make feeling and fearing
much more than an issue.

I wonder of meaning
and letting the leaning
on one or another
become less demeaning.

Uphold; or be held.
Unfold; or repel.
Allow them all in,
or linger in hell.

Say yes to the whispers,
and nod to the folks
who were once never with me
and now never joke
about playing and winning
and rocking the boat.

Where do they go
when the sand and rocks drop?
When the memories tumble
and tears fall on top.

Hoping is nonsense.
Living is not.
But when that all ends,
the fruit start to rot.

some words and direction

2010-05-03T13:52:00.003+10:00

After scouring the web for a while this morning, in a rather manic way, blog-hopping, I realised that I was so overwhelmed by the amount of beautiful images of homes and rooms and fabrics and flowers (etc....).

So I have consequently decided to post here daily (or as daily as I can manage) with at least one image and explanation that grabbed at my strings and swayed me from that day.

Can't start that now, cos I'm at work, but once I'm home for sure.

peace that i need

2010-02-13T09:44:00.004+11:00

It's building.

The tension,

it's growing and piling

and winning and taking me

over to spilling,

and there is no telling

when it'll be filling.

For nearly an hour

I'm trying to win

this whole thing.

With the me

and the quarter to three –

fuck! It's late

and I'm wasting these

moments of sweet

mellow sleep

for the recycled trees

that I'm writing on.

Maybe they'll see

that it's me,

yes indeed,

it's important to do

all these deeds

that are placed upon me

but eventually

I will plead

with the queen

of the bees

just to leave

me with me

and the peace

that I need.

no comment

2010-02-08T19:40:00.002+11:00

Never any comments.

I wonder if anyone's reading?

Secret

2010-02-06T12:14:00.003+11:00

Lost and broken.

Extending to edges,

where remnants of ups

turn to inwards instead.

The broke, weak and shrivelled,

the gone of it all,

the parts to the puzzle

I gave up to fall

to the base -

but i like it, is that something fucked?

To be killing and dying but thinking it's luck?

It's the waste of the atoms surrounding the cause,

when the option is there you can fuck all the laws.

And the rules and the lines

and the borders to cross,

where the other side's boring

and this side's just lost.

In the web of forgetting

and wanting and more.

In fly some options,

then straight out the door.

My turn isn't near,

it's nowhere in sight.

Even those who I try

disappear in the night.

The aim is just sat on, laughed at.

And BLIND is the chosen

with whom, I just know,

us combined,

would be great in the darkness

of shared expeditions.

Adventures of us,

and lost inhibitions.

Who knows when a "one"

or another will come,

probably never

where I am all done.

My truth lies inside,

nobody to see

- rather, nobody willing

to venture beneath.

The power of cover

becomes like a shield

from myself, from the others,

from everything healed.

The love of the serpent

to turn me to dark,

becomes my reliable secret at last!

At the end, when I leave,

and come back to this spot,

the pleasure envelopes me

back into 'NOT'.

airahcaz

2010-01-25T11:50:00.003+11:00

This one's dear to my heart.
I hope it's loved and much as I loved him.

Fall, fragmented. Suspended in motion.
Haven't a clue where the rhythm is going.
This ship isn't sure if it's sinking or rowing.
A whirlpool of waves and I'm filled with emotion.
Broken.

Then times where the sun and the dustmites are rising.
The weight of the server turns up in its flow,
and lifts with it More Of Our DoS and our donts.
Those times that make change,
those times that erase,
bring a scent of the tail of the boot of the rest.

Fall, surrender. Suspended in motion.
Haven't a clue where the rhythm went stop.
They all know the reason this volt then came open.
A rift in the flow of the groove made it pop.
No point in waiting and wasting and moping.
Would you rather be wishing and praying and hoping?
And then there's the rest of the mob of the planet,
who breathe out the fire and strut like they own it.

His left behind wash in the face of my world,
is the reason those demons are so easily heard.
It was ruined alright, there's still remnants there:
the waste of the bang and a clip of his hair.

It was all that we got before something was taken,
when life gets upturned and you're told that you're faking.
Fake is the low of the sand in the glass.
The time running out when you're trying so hard.
All the wishing that's tried goes to hell when there's doubt,
but you know underneath that there IS no way out.

There is just this 'without' that keeps bellowing in,
from the roof and the pipes and the base of your chin.
Where the lump from the neck bring the drips from the eyes
that get stifled by one of the losers who hide.

And then all the bricks somehow lift themselves up,
to reveal where the base is so sickeningly tough.
Away with the stench for a moment or five,
and see where this pantomime seems so contrived.

Like a monkey on speed, overeager to DO.
To express and impress till its ready to spew.
There is really no cease to this windmill of red.
There's no chance to go back and just say apple-zed.

The flint will keep sparking and feeding the fire,
and there won't be a moment where he is not mine.

snow and board

2010-01-14T07:32:00.003+11:00

So I'm in the snow in Vail, Colorado at the moment.
Hence the lack of posts.

Back in action later this month..

If there is anyone at all reading this, thanks! And it's YOU who I apologise to.

Later.

Iceberg

2010-01-07T21:20:00.002+11:00

Two posts in one day.. wow!
I guess I thought the last one was a bit of a joke.
I like this one though. lots.
Whaddayareckon??

Tell me how long two separate
worlds can stay broken
from turning to one
when this end is so open.

It was when you don't
it'll be you can't force it
so for now this is ending
till later when more's said.

Good night angel out there
it won't be too long
who am I to say that
when I'm always wrong.

Who knows if one day
anything will then come
to the tip of the iceberg
were we become one.

lunch break

2010-01-07T14:24:00.004+11:00

I had an angry day..
this is the outcome.

I am so not concerned with your blatant stupidity,
you try to be cute with your crude masculinity.
Your ego extends out through over your skin,
there is not but a pinhole to get that word in.

I heard you the first time untalented whore
did you ever consider I find you a bore?
Maybe everyone else lets you think that you're right
to avoid the possibility of starting a fight
with the fear you'll keep going till something explodes
and some of your ego might go up their nose.

Then forever they'll smell you - how shit would it be!
To be stuck with the stench every time that you sneeze.
I will stay here just trying to finish my job
with the only condition you shut your fat gob.
Your shit personality will always seep through
so until I can leave I will just ignore you.

ready freddy

2010-01-04T10:14:00.003+11:00

The end is in sight
the bend in the night
where the slivers of mist
turn to heavenly light.

Open your eyes to the pit of despise
then the force of the rise
brings the weight of surprise.
The want to just stay,
make it all go away,
bring back the blinds
to make cease of the day.

Stop it in motion,
erupt an explosion,
all but contained
in the lifeless emotion.

Still like the wind,
dark like the sun,
closed like the doors
through which i can run.

Believe in the lost and the broke and the pain,
open the windows and let in the rain.
Cleanse from the pure, mark from the stained,
drift to the claim that we aren't all insane.

Cling to the thought that the work that is made
is believably sound and conceivably blamed.

My substance is clear
as the mud in a dam,
pristine as garbage
and solid as sand.

Where's the belief
i should share with the clan?
I should know it but don't,
and I can't see the plan.
Too many branches
and not enough roots,
the planter is crowded
by stunted brown shoots.

Come to a T-stop
and no more broad forks
where the chance of deduction
all simply deports.

Back to where it all started,
just lying in head,
wondering when the whole world
will wake up and be fred.

not there

2010-01-02T10:02:00.002+11:00

to know that i'd rather be losing and falling
is straight away farther than two is appauling.
the waste in this place of unknowingly far
replaces the taste of a drink in a bar.
sucking me dry until wet comes to boil,
how far is the farthest one can be from soil?
how long is the longest a string can be strung?
how down can the up go to reach back to one?
when will i get there, up on the same hill
where once stood a man with a solid gold grill.
he spoke to the listeners and laid there a will
then he sold them the map to the place with the pill.
the one-in-all solve in the face of another;
reluctantly strong yet defacing my brother.
to think that it's over and forget the rest
would be recklessly choosing to omit regret.
regret is the function of being, of life,
and nothing comes close to the edge of THAT knife.
borderline lunacy losing the plot,
why are the others all there and i'm not?

two

2009-12-31T10:37:00.004+11:00

Installment number two. Happy new year!!

LOVE CAN MAKE YOU SICK

there's a time and a place, they say
for everything thats real
but useless and unwarranted
compared to how i feel (without you)

the pit inside the guts
is giddy with emotion
the kind that's less than good
like i've fallen into poison

rattle back and forth
break apart my spleen
pull and wind me up
until you're happy (there's no in-between)

as hard as i try and try
the two as one disturb me
not to trust and more to doubt
the other side persuades me

who knows where to go
when the darkness overcomes
submerge erupt explode
the stream from head to ground is one

completing revolutions
of confusion and regret
embarrassed and diluted
nauseous and wet

the salty rivers flow
all the way down my neck
my logic remains cloudy
I JUST WANT HIM BACK

the past is in the past
the habit's there to kick
the future's only now
love can make you sick

one

2009-12-28T16:34:00.004+11:00

As I embark on this new journey of showing my writings to the world, a small shiver of nervousness runs through me.
Here's installment number one.

ESCALATE

the rhythm is rising.
the pace is enlarging.
the flow of the movement is ever evolving.
where from do you come to?
which up do you go down?
how long do green branches stay green till they go brown?

They turn till they're knotted all twisted and rotten
then how can you think when you know you've forgotten?
All of the noise and the things and the rain
that does flips and make marks and strike chords in your brain.
From this moment to next
from that there to this now,
where does one little thing turn to tumbling down
to the pits of the lava, the black in the void
it just vanishes - gone - man I get so annoyed.

what I will say to you is the fun and the tricks
that do sometimes waft in when you're falling to bits
they will shimmer your stilts
open up all the dams
let the weightlessness into your wide-open hands
and for one out of ten
that box will suspend
and the beauty of that will come tumbling in.

Don't be fooled by some nonsense of short unforgivings
where many get stuck holding onto beginnings.
The safety of one to the hole in another
is something that grabs at you way under cover.
You then go back hunting the road with the net
when you come back promising you will not forget
all the things on the way that will lead back to dot
when I knew all along I was losing the plot.

it's been a while

2009-12-28T16:12:00.008+11:00

So I was thinking about this blog. I don't know why I started it, really.
Was it a curiosity? Or a test to see if I could? No idea.
But I know I won't continue unless there's some reason for me to post.

Which brings me to my change of direction with this.
For a while now, I've been fattening up a folder on my MacBook with
pieces of writing. Call them poems, prose, lyrics, I don't even know.
There was a period of time where quite regularly, I was using the writing as an expression of something. This urge, mind you, came from nowhere.
I have not been a writer all my life. It kind of surprised me, even.

This folder sits on my computer, waiting to be used somehow.
I have considered including the text in my art – and still might do so – but,
for now, I thought to load them up on here and see what people had to say.
If there's anyone out there, reading this.

The only thing I can ask of you, is to please not duplicate or use these in any way without permission. (All writings © piasala 2008)

If you do like anything you see here, please drop me a line/comment of encouragement!!

Out.

Richard Renaldi rocks

2008-11-19T17:04:00.006+11:00

Just wanted to make a quick post about this photographer who I am mesmerised by. His name's Richard Renaldi and I just love love love his methods of observation and the way he can capture such detailed and layered emotion in a frame.

Check out the link..

www.renaldi.com

And here's a couple of shots as an example....

adidas lets loose with creativity

2008-11-03T10:28:00.007+11:00

So I received a link to download an awesome digital book from Adidas showing some pretty crazy creations from a book compiled of the original drawings and thoughts from one of the early Adidas designers, Fritz Traumer. The book also includes noted he made and ideas and inspiration for some of the designs....

Fritz himself

Tree

Synth

Storm

Robot

Midas

Limousine

Chameleon

Anti-Robber

Airbag

So here goes with the first one...

2008-10-31T12:32:00.005+11:00

I think I'm gonna try this on for size.

I do feel kinda strange about writing to no-one and about whatever I like.. but yea, we'll see what I come up with..

I thought I'd first show my love for some photography that's great.

Some writings to follow at some point. Got to put them somewhere.. they're not doing anything constructive sitting in my moleskine.

Signing off