Gallery Intro

Some people you simply know you've known before in some long forgotten previous life; like a brother that has your back, Woozy is one of these to me.  No push nor pull, just an easy, straight forward bond, that wishes only the best for the other. Against a backdrop of contemporary arseholes and normal backstabbing narcissim; I've only a small handful of friends like Woozy.  Anyway leaping into the void of the unknown, May began crammed into Woozy's beaten up crock of shit of a car, crammed with painting materials, canvas, photographic equipement, laptops and surf boards, the contents of the fridge and the kitchen sink. From chaos to form, catching by the split of a hair, the early morning ferry to Mykonos...

A strange portal of cash and trash, Mykonos is but another beautiful Greek island ruined by the two.  Yet thanks to Woozy's creativity, we enjoyed the priviliege of staying in the rambling mausoleum that is the Athens Academy of Fine Art, situated on the hill over looking Mykonos town.  The only artist's in residence, it was genuinely like being lofted in an ivory tower for a couple of weeks.  Early in the season, delicious empty beaches, doing the one thing that I'm really good at which is getting tan, working hard, eating well, out of the city, Mykonos was really restorative.  Yet Mykonos is a rip off, a farce for the fickle...

So we headed to Tinos, rented a house, like leaving suburbia for the country, albeit only a forty minute ferry ride from Mykonos, Tinos is a completely different experience.  Perhaps something to do with the one thousand churches on this one tiny island?? Yet religion aside, heaven is found on the Tinos beaches.  Camera in hand chasing the surf, if I didn't understand the surfer's soul before. The hours spent with my zoom lense focussed on the bobbing bodies in the water, taught me much about patience and the reward of a few thrilling moments of exhilaration...

Like life itself, a sea of nothingness and everything.