Kneeboard, Surf, Surfing, watercolour, 1960's, drugs, rehashed, Grace Slick, Agnus Dei, George Bizet, Nick Cave Poetry, Moviemaker experiment, White Rabbit, Headwax, Psychedelic, an experiment in using Movie Maker that comes free with Windows XP, same footage as turning fifty but remixed , reaction against the cult of heroic surfer by presenting a faceless kneelo as the antihero, nodd to Apocalypse now
critics responses:
why isn't he standing up? I needed my reading glasses to see the surfer, why is he taking drugs? why is it so blurry? the waves are so small; some of them are in slow motion; what are the dark blurry things in the water? are they fish? it gave me the munchies, why are the girls naked? Nick Cave is creepy.....
music by:
George Bizet: "Agned Dei"
Two bars From Donovan's "Barabajagal"
Nick Cave's : "Time Jesum Transeuntum et Non Riverentum"
We were called to the forest,
and we went down.
A wind wind blew warm and eloquent,
We were searching for the secrets of the universe,
we rounded up demons and forced them
to tell us what it all meant.
We tied them to trees,
and broke them down, one by one.
On a scrap of paper they wrote these words:
(And as we read them, the sun broke,
through the trees.)
"Dread the passage of Jesus, for he will not return."
Then we headed back to our world,
and left the forest behind,
our hearts singing with all the knowledge of love.
But somewhere, somehow, we lost the message,
along the way,
and when we got home, we bought ourselves a house.
And we bought a car that we did not use,
And we bought a cage,and two singing birds.
And at night we'd sit and listen to the canary song.
For we'd both run right out of words.
Now the stars they are all angled wrong,
and the sun and the moon refuse to burn.
But I remember a message,
in a demon's hand,
"Dread the passage of Jesus, for he does not return."
...he does not return
...he does not return
Grace Slick et Al: "White Rabbit"
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small
When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head
Feed your head
Feed your head"
Im gonna have to agree with mr frog. unless someone actually painted the stills for this (that would be art) Its just a few minutes with a photoshop filter.or It may be art but its degree of difficulty in its creation is minimal. And i dont know cr@p about art (but i do know photoshop).
"Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air… "
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
6'1", dean cleary tri, 6'0 Flashpoint tri, 5'9 chuck dent (epoxy quad), 9' velzy (single fin triple stringer)
, reaction against the cult of heroic surfer by presenting a faceless kneelo as the antihero, nodd to Apocalypse now
that's hanging on the wall stuff.... 
I'm printing one now.... 
