gone fishing...

actually yabbying! btw. this video is gold...


as usual the year online starts very slowly.

i didn't get a xmas holiday because the punk monks were up at peats ridge workin. breaks/recovery space thereafter have been intermittent between other film obligations. there's only one more delightful deadline/hangover from 2010 to meet & the year's slate starts anew! 

heading back to the bush today to soak up the annual rodeo [and to go yabbying with local hill tribe in the local creek] then back in town for a day for the festivalists' jurassic lounge at the australian museum which i'm proud to have a small handful of degrees of association with. check it out. and to simultaneously hop on the short circuit at metroscreen & talk film. all at the same time. what can i say: it's a gift. 

speaking of which, banksy's "exit through the gift shop" is up for an oscar. very excited about this. although it's debatable whether it really is a documentary or not. increasingly blurred lines everywhere.

i'll be back with a vengeance 2nd week of feb onwards. now i must soothe these weary BDO bones after two days running amok on site filming. to slither with river eels where the watery shadows hold promise of a platypus playing. my ongoing fantasy.

anyway the chinese new year starts today. happy year of the rabbit. gung hei fat choi. hello bean!

ha-ah-ah yeah...

resolution

i didn't make any new year resolutions. mostly because i have a long-standing struggle with the relevance of the gregorian calendar and have spent most of my life questioning the value of fitting in with systems with an on off dalliance between worlds. we're all misfits in our own way.

also i think anytime is a good time to work on yourself and others. in such a way that obligatory systems like mother's/father's/valentine's days must be rebelled, resisted & repelled -- love yourself and others when the time is right not when some intangible other dictates or profits from it.

however right now i would like to resolve everything. because it feels right. perhaps it's coincidence or the changing tides of the universe dictate it to be so in accordance with it being the beginning of january.

two years ago i started this blog for possibly one of the worst reasons ever. a boy.

it served as a communication device when all i really probably needed to say was "look at me, see me, etc." even now it's hard to stop. mostly because i'd revealed one aspect of myself and it was such a warped one that there was difficulty measuring my worth & understanding my value within a subjective perception of the system. so... i wanted to reveal my multi-faceted nature rather than being labeled merely as a fantasy creature twirling in the transacted umbrages of the night to be desired at a too-close too-far distance.

one thing which has transpired throughout this AWOL monk journey is that i have nothing to prove. and if one ever has to shout and twirl with reckless abandon till your arms ache and your feet bleed this is probably because the beat is wrong or you walked into the club dance-floor next to where you were actually supposed to be.

i shall continue to dance to my own beat. as we all should. whilst heeding the rhythm of those around me whom i love. for they can dance and sing.

in the meantime i started another blog. another identity. but that's another story & quite a different beat. each day is a new film, a new dance. we make up the steps as we go along.

:)

monk takes solo flight. but does not go MIA.