Wander ~ Ink work.
I wake up with dingos howling almost every morning, the sound of wild nature calling me out of sleep.
With snakes and pythons always on the verandah or in the garden.
Living in nature is the place to be.
We've just released our NEW 'Visual Language' Collection!
Inspired by encounters with energies, entities and strange frequencies, these designs are a fusion of past and future, merging the biological with the technological. The style is symbolic, fun and bold.
Enjoy! :)
Just bought a tee from one of my idols growing up - Izwoz @IzWoz. The subculture of Australian psychedelia is a rabbit warren of shamans, punks, larrikins, magicians, artists - all with a sacred affinity to the Acacia tree. It's a secret very few know of.
Deeply magical trees.
I remember at 18 while on lunch breaks working at a butchers with a bunch of rough and violent guys, I'd head to my car and smoke joints looking at Izwoz CD album covers. I'd head off to psytrance festivals in the middle of the Australian forest and double drop, smoke DMT and open up portals to talk to the trees. Not a joke - serious business.
I've given back by supporting with creative skill to Entheogenesis Australis @EGAPolicy - a non-profit psychedelic research organisation who have for many years done the hard work on the botanical, chemical, cultural research of the wide scope of native Australian psychedelic plants and policies.
There is a limit to the framework one operates inside of the tech space. To me it fundamentally feels like I'm in a hall of mirrors. It's interesting, and developmental - but it's missing this wicked secret sauce of sentient intelligence and an impossibly complicated and wide-scoped, interdimensional landscape. I often forget how lucky I was to grow up for many years in consistent contact and shown thousands of hours of the most incredible, breathtaking visions.
Despite my entire adult identity revolving around this for over 20 years (PhD research, artistic career, cultivation hobbies etc.), I often feel like I haven't even started sharing what I've experienced and the profound gratitude I have for it. The feeling of ineffableness is shocking. How do you honor the very thing you cannot speak?
I adore and owe so much to them, for it is these plants that grant the very thing many of us are looking for: contact. They create a wetware consciousness "bridge" to the otherside, and little old you gets to go see it.
It's a bit dangerous, it's a bit scary, it's a bit outside of the framework many of us were told we should live inside of - but once you leave the cave, you quickly realize that you were sold a lie about what potential you and this Universe really has.