The future of surfing…

surfing in the 21st century

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…

Look a little closer…

in-a-droplet

…and you may be surprised what you see.

You can read as many namby-pamby spiritualistic Dao-esque publications as you like, telling you to ‘live in the moment’ or ‘become one with you inner self’ but you’ll never reach enlightenment. You can ‘Om’ yourself into a state of nausea or stick crystals up your Chakras till the holy cows are mooing at the door and the path to Nirvana will still have a ‘sorry – we’re closed’ sign on it.

The answer is simple: A drop of summer rain on a plum leaf. Go on – look closer…

Click here and look at it really big. If you find this place the universe will unfold and light and life will combine to create sheer perfection.

If this doesn’t work then get really drunk on cheap lager and eat a large Doner Kebab with extra chillies.

I didn’t surf today.

(Maybe I bunked off and went for a sneaky one the other day. Then again – maybe I didn’t…)