As I lie under the gearbox of my 7.5 tonne truck the rhythmic tick-tocking continue reading
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Fri
3
Sep
2010
A moment of solitude…
According to the International World Games Association (a well known and authoritative body in all matters of Global gameyness) continue reading
Sun
15
Aug
2010
Anybody home?
I’m only posting today because, quite frankly, I am sick to the back continue reading
Fri
9
Jul
2010
Wooden breasts
Every now and then I sift through my statcounter and see why or how people arrive at Papersurfer continue reading
Sun
4
Jul
2010
Pulsification
It’s a bit groovy and a bit funky with a cool, deep undertone to help you through these hot summer days continue reading
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Sat
26
Jun
2010
Grudge match
If you ask a German any more than a few years younger than myself about world conflicts in the 20th century you’ll mostly be met with a blank face. continue reading
Sat
12
Jun
2010
The future of surfing…
I demand freedom. Society has smeared its smog covered and weighty hand across the canvas of surfing and created a brutal corporate image for us to adhere to. It was the last bastion of the open mind and the free will to express ourselves in a physical and raw moment of integration with the universe. We were wild and savage beasts, fighting our way through the endless drudgery of modern existence to find that tiny element of time and space where we become one with ourselves and to be is all we need.
Now we are tiny mice on the treadmill of the Man – going round and round and round. Day in day out. Becoming autonomous drones – dressing the same. Acting the same. Being the same. Surfing the same. Be free tiny people. Grow your hair and burn your bra. Stick it to the Man.
This painting could say all of that. Or I could be spouting a load of old toss and it could be a weird dream I had the other night…
You can see it full screen if you click here.
I didn’t surf today. Stuff on my mind…
