Boat

Damn, only got 2 kilometres and one engine didn't sound right. Hardest decision to turn back. Owner is getting it fixed next week.
Some pleebs have been attacking my treepee sculpture on the main street of Hamilton so off there today to bring it home.

Fossils

Just finished Bill Brysons 'Short History of Nearly Everything' which I enjoyed but I am amazed at how often the experts get it wrong! Not necessarily in the exact sciences like how many atoms there are in a sugar cube (I guess when you count to a trillion trillion no one wants to count again to see if you are out by one!) but in sciences like palaeontology it's amazing how each fossil find seems to fit each 'finders' theories. In other words it is coloured by their interpretation and there really is so little concrete evidence of where we came from. All the discoveries of old 'human' bones in our history would only fill the back of a pick up. The conditions for a fossil to be laid down had to be so incredibly right very few have survived.
So now when I hear of the discovery of a 'Mongolese man' or whatever, I will take it with a grain of salt until they can get it right. Or do we want to know?
Off to get my yacht from up north today. I'll be flying down the coast with a good nor wester. Na, na, na, na, na....

Friends

Two great friends called in to see me today. Both wandering free spirits who keep my feet well off the ground.

Joshua on the right from Venezuela is a spiritual brother who I connect with without the means of a cell phone (thank god!). We just seem to bump into one another when something needs to be said.

Michael from Philidelphia, a big hearted peaceful man, walks the world playing a bit of conga and telling stories.

I love them both and they gave NZ a big compliment in saying that with all the strife around the world they think NZers have the right attitude and values to be able to pull through the crisis and could even be a leading light in a new world system.

Heavy stuff. All we want to do is go sailing!

Chica Bonita

The boat is paid for and now we have to get it from Kerikeri in the north to here. Will need at least two days good sailing so will take some tuna lures and a few beers and hope we know what we are doing. Which we don't really but we are fast learners! There is a mooring in front of the house here we can use which will make it easy to keep an eye on her.
So I'll have to trade my dog for a parrot and find lotsa 'pieces of eight' to pay for a transient lifestyle.

Perimeters

Do lines
Define
Or merely
Give volume
To the essence

Andy Goldsworthy

Image from previous sculpture day

Ditto

Fibonacci spiral Lonely Bay

Andy Goldsworthy ice sculpture

Every year I organise an Andy Goldsworthy day down at a local beach called Lonely Bay. Goldsworthy is an artist who goes into the landscape and uses what he finds to make artworks which only last a short time before being accepted back by nature. He records the sculptures with photography and video. My favourite is Rivers and Tides.

Lonely Bay suits it's name because you can only reach it by walking Akio Hizumes' Democracy Steps through the Shakespeares Cliff Reserve and it is remote and beautiful, perfect for temporary sculptures which use the landscape but don't change it.

It's amazing how your view of the surroundings changes when you start looking for materials.

Must do it again!

Advice for these troubling economic times

Some pearls of wisdom from toothworts blog.

Care clings to wealth: the thirst for more grows as our fortune grows.
I stretch my store by narrowing my wants......
We are not poor
While nought we seek.

[Horace]

If you have two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one and a lily with the other.

[Chinese proverb]

Never own anything you have to feed or paint.

Ghosts of the past.

After reading 'Fingerprints of the Gods' about the virtual certainty of ancient civilisations I thought it was all very far away from NZ. However in Maori (who have been here 8oo odd years) oral tradition they speak of a fairy people with 'pale skin, pale eyes and reddish hair' and standing stone circles and alignment sites are being discovered which tie in with such sites as stonehenge. Also stone obelisks have been found with spiral incising and ballauns (Neolithic 'holy wells') hand cut into them and covered with ash from the Taupo eruption of AD186 (the largest volcanic eruption in recorded history, heard even in China!). A pre-Maori European skull has also been found which deepens the mystery. Could some answers to the birth of civilisation be in my back yard?
I'll see you later, I'm going digging!

Chicabonita

So above is my answer to reducing my carbon footprint. Go sailing! She is a 36' catamaran that has sailed down from Florida and has all the ocean going gear. I don't have experience in sailing big boats but we have a wonderful playground here to learn for a few months then the world is our oyster. With a solar power system, sailpower and the ocean as our larder we can live very cheaply and as the ocean rises we rise with it. Don't know where I'm going to fit all the animals though.

We have to get a survey done which might turn up some problems but I'm in love already.

Boats

Been away looking at a yacht and dreaming of far horizons.

Some images from the exhibition by Annabel Nesbitt we have on at the moment. She has sold nine paintings which is extraordinary considering the economic gloom at the moment. In fact I don't think any artist has done better here. We bought the second to last one with the scallops in the basket. Homely but with the jagged curtain threat and a storm brewing out the window.

The last image is my studio at the moment. You can see why I'm not getting any paintings finished! No starving artist in the garret here. I pour my gin and tonic, settle in with my paintbrush and fall asleep perchance to dream.

Sail away

We have officially put our section on the market and the horizon I can see past Shakespeares Cliff (named by Cook in 1769) is compelling!
My grandfather, Hugh McRae, was a naval architect. He came out from Scotland early last century to build floating gold dredges on the west coast of the South Island then went on to design the paddle steamer Earnslaw which was the mail and supply boat on Lake Wakatipu out of Queenstown. She is still running and is now a tourist attraction coming up 100 years old.
I built my first boat at 11. I hammered out a piece of corrugated iron till it curled up, brought the ends togther and bent them over with greasy rags as caulking to form the bow and stern. Then I lashed two lengths of big bamboo to it forming an outrigger with more bamboo as floats. My mother refused to let me take it out to sea so I mucked around in the estuary spearing flounder and catching crabs which I once boiled up in an old paint tin. No wonder I can hear voices!!
My first sailboat was an old kauri P class built like a brick shithouse and if I capsized it more than three times it would slowly sink until only the nose could be seen. Great fun though. I made a spinnaker out of mums old sheets and cruised along happy as a sandboy.
While in High School I raced Arrows, an open dinghy with mainsail and spinnaker, out of the Howick Sailing Club. There were 70 boats in the club so it taught me a lot about performance. Then I found fishing and a procession of adventures in speedboats followed.
But that's another story!

Don't look back

But I still long to kiss your brow
And taste your little finger
And feel your secret inner-thigh warmth
For as a woman
I have known no other
As you
And never will

I cry for you
I would bare for you
The music of my soul

Books

I'm even managing to read a few books.
Tried Eric Claptons autobiography. Interesting times in his early musical years but then he lurches from excess to excess. Drugs, alcohol and then even more nauseatingly love and religion. Yech!!!
Now reading Fingerprints of the Gods by Graham Hancock which I've had for a while. Loving the theories.

High spirits

The gulls had found a thermal updraft and circled high against the cloudless sky.

But why? They were a black-backed species that scavenged on the ground. Could it be for the sheer joy of rising so high without the beat of a wing? Do they have the same yearning to soar like the spirit of man?

Then they are gone in a long downward glide to a distant destination.

Practical after all.

Gallery commission

The Artspost Gallery where I have some sculptures told me they take 40% commission which in my language means they put 40% on my price and keep it when the piece is sold. If I want $3000 the sale price is $4200 and they keep the $1200. But no. They take 40% of the sale price so put 40% on my price and then take 40% off the inflated price. 40% of $4200 is $1680 which leaves me with $4200 - $1680 = $2520. So to give me my $3000 they put 67% commission on..... $3000 x 67% = $5000.... 40% of $5000 = $2000.
Now I still get my $3000 but I think it is deceitful to say they only charge 40% and it inflates all their prices so less art is sold.
We don't take any commission at the restaurant because we like to have changing art on the walls, it helps the artist and it keeps the prices down. We have sold 10 paintings since we opened in October which doesn't sound a lot but in these hard economic times it's not bad.
A local artist, Annabel Nesbit, opened her exhibition of landscapes yesterday and we bought one, not only because we liked it but she needed money for more canvases.

Invasion

Crazy time of year. Very busy with making coffees, baking cakes, cooking fresh kingfish in macadamia chilli crumb and avoiding foreigners (city people) running on the roads (I can't see a fire!). They come on holiday and bust their gut so they can have a trim laite and a piece of cheesecake!

Years end

Last day of a year that has been good to me yet strangly troubled. I feel I'm at a crossroads and turning around and going down the same path is not an option.

It's a waiting game.

Man walking fish

Surfs up

A photo son Sam took of his surfing mate Reece at Hot Water Beach. The boy has potential with his composition!