On The Wall.

March 31, 2010

I was visiting the progress on my buddy’s 356 the other day and saw these plans for coolness. Brian is the body guy doing a fine job on Simon’s Porsche and in his spare time he conjures up genius to make his Karmann Ghia even radder than it already is. This drawing is flat-stick, machine-gun-noises excellent. Makes you want to draw mazes and trap-door covered fire pits in crayon.


On The Drawing Board.

March 29, 2010

This is what I am working on at the minute.

The Interceptor.

March 27, 2010

Paul, a good friend and newly returned soldier, brought his Ford XB coupe down to the shed the other day for a quick cut and polish. The XB is not only the true Australian muscle car but is also a pop icon as it starred as “the last of the V8 interceptors..” in the cult movie Mad Max. As you can see from the photos, this thing is a beast and worthy of the status it carries. When roaring through the streets in this monster, the amount of toot and thumbs-up combos you get from proper Australians who care about important things is staggering. You can see why. The way this thing sits on the road and looks perfectly at home in industrial Australia, makes you want to grow a mullet, have a shirts-off day, swill VB and jerk your head when you speak so your flowing locks flick about like a squirrel’s tail. More photos after the plunge.

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A Start.

March 24, 2010

Dawn was shattered for me this morning by the rasping of Ole’ Mate next door clearing his face tunnels in the shower. As the din from his nose holes made comfortable in my ear holes, I was shot from bed like his sleeping green candles were shot from his caves. I contemplated my next move as I sipped tea, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse to hold off on kicking the Christmas jiggle. “Too much work to do this, exercise isn’t fun that…” I bit down hard, strapped on headgear, mounted my two-wheeled shim and rode off against the tide of employed and scholastic.

“This isn’t so bad..” the spokes cutting the wind as I ride on past fluorescent humans, diligently keeping order as their behemoth settles in place to hoist massive things up high all day. Past smartly dressed rats, huddled on concrete islands awaiting the steel serpent to whisk them off to the big race. Past a little man in a tie and short pants, imploring Miss for fairness. Past impatient, rubber-hoofed beasts following the tar, inching ever towards rage and the big smoke. Finally past The Captain, with his trolley dripping treasure, as he vomits abuse, vying for first in the loudness stakes.

It’s great to be alive.

56′ Thunderbird.

March 19, 2010

We took her down the road for a photo shoot in front of the planes, a fitting setting for this jet plane. This point in time represented such greatness in the history of the automobile, we may never experience coolness such as this again. Read the rest of this entry »

The Outlaw.

March 16, 2010

Outlaw is what they call a 356 hot rod and as I was pinning it down the infobahn in the wee hours this morning, I stumbled across my good friend Marc Banks’ 1956 356a outlaw¬† here, 11 pictures from the bottom. Upon sending him the link, he fired me back the above gem. Marc is a true artist, his canvas, the early 356. When they raced these things, they used to bolt fluted panels into the rear windows to channel air to the engine to aid in cooling; Marc has gone that one step further and seamlessly blended the fluted panel with the car giving it more cool in every sense of the word. This cake is all icing baby, loud, fast and meaner than the Huns, I can’t wait to see what Marc rolls out onto the bitumen next.

Back To The Pencils.

March 16, 2010

In an endeavour to be more consistent with my presence here, and in turn, of more interest to the earthlings who peruse, I am going to start posting more works in progress. This is a new drawing on the fly, it will be a mixed media piece with pencil, water colour, some paper sculpture and maybe some crayon. Should be fun!

Life Was Simple Then.

March 15, 2010

A weekend away with two of your besties; surfing your favourite spot until your arms don’t work; a quick walk to the point to dive for a couple of crays; back to the shack for a few rums and laughs; off to sweet sound sleep to do it all again the next day. All in the time of no mobile phones or sunscreen and when professional footy players ate orange quarters and smoked lung-busters at half-time.

Ole’ Red’s Brain.

March 15, 2010

This is the brain I have made for Ole’ Red, the beetle wreck sculpture I am working on. Made from cable ties and vacuum cleaner hose. Cable ties, like ratchet straps and tomato sauce (respectively) are a 10 on the radness scale.

Some Kind of Appeal.

March 15, 2010

Maybe it’s the ratted patina, could even be the fighter plane shark face on the the side, whatever it is, something is tugging on the want cortex of my brain. An excellent canvas to begin with, Mike Burroughs has worked some great, albeit unexpected radness with this 85 BMW 535i.