“Deeper” – digital illustration.
Waves of consequence require commitment to going further, deeper…
Thanks to Dylan Heyden from the Inertia for scooping Fionn’s new edit. Stoked to see surf matting blips on mainstream radars… great exposure for two legends – my custom surf mat maker, Matt Fedden.
The suggestion that surf mats were a “bi-product of the shortboard revolution” is a little left-field.
We’re on a plane to Australia this coming Monday and Matt sends through this pic of a new custom-made surf mat he’s built to replace my Mc-25 that was lost at sea not too far back…
It’s a hard decision to make but I just don’t reckon this thing will qualify as carry-on luggage. My 6-tonne bottle jack press now needs a good home so I’m looking for a printmaker who is keen to be good to her. Today is our final Sunday at the Strandhill People’s Market in Strandhill, Sligo, and I’ll be bringing the press out and be assessing the submissions of potential suitors.
Last few days left before we move out of our house in Sligo and begin the long journey back to Australia, eventually Hobart in Tasmania. Exciting and hectic times. There’s a lot on, a lot of loose ends to tie up, decisions on what to pack or cull…
This print continues to prove to be a tricky one to get out right – and it’s the getting it out right which is what the printmaker’s ongoing challenge is. Each fin is a direct reference to fins I’ve owned, trialled, coveted, with one in the collection that is the golden hatchet to rule them all, the one that has been pivotal (ahem) to my Rooster-shaped, 9’6 BeachBeat Pacer.
I like those spots you turn up so where you can’t see the breaking wave from where you kill the engine. Park up on the cliff, at the end of the lane, under the mountain, at the gate… sometimes you can hear it as soon as you get out of the car and sometimes, before you get out of the car.
Well folks, it’s finally happened – the Organic Devolution Online Shop is now live! A hard graft over the past few months, hyper compressed in the last two weeks to get things revamped here in the OD blog and integrated with the new Shop. Huge thanks to my sibling web-guru, Heidipj, for her stellar work on getting it all together and giving this salty bearded doodler the motivation needed to finally getting this thing together.
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We’re knee-deep in it now. The short days, grey skies and horizontal sleet out here. So soon are folks forgetting how great the weather has been the last two months. I’m glad I began stockpiling driftwood as soon as we moved out west.
Now only a week away Sligo Design Week (kudos to Denise Rushe, the darling from Starling, et al. for the hard yards put in behind it) has come to fruit with an exciting mix of exhibitions, talks, happenings and workshops. I was approached a little while back to see if I’d be keen to host a linocut printing workshop.
Was I keen? I was frothing!
I’m surprised I’ve neglected the blog for so long. The blog but also the site in general. To all those folks I’ve spoken to over the past two (crikey, and a half? Three?) months, enthusiastically directing them there to keep an eye on the new work that has been coming along, studio action… I offer some apologies and a brief round-up.
It seems almost overwhelming trying to get things organised for the next month. We’re relocating out west to Sligo for another year. There, bombshell (for some) dropped. The shift is happening next weekend – from rolling tarmac to rolling fields. A cottage out on the raggedy peninsula in north County Sligo where, from the backyard, the magnificence of Dartry mountains loom up in the east and to the west the wild Atlantic yawns away in it’s glorious topaz vastness.
The last few weeks I’d been looking for resources to build my own printing press.
It was an offhand comment that a friend had made at dinner one night that one could make one using a car jack. Wha..? Well how hard could that be, I thought. When a close friend out west said he’d open up his workshop and offer his craft expertise to make the press a reality I jumped at it. Building the press out west meant that we could factor in some sneaky surfs during the build!
It was a busy few days knocking these out. The one on the bottom right was carved and printed in Tasmania, Australia, about three years ago and only now have I gotten around to carving others in a similar style.
Fair enough, I don’t know that much about surf mats. I’ve only been riding them since last September which is bugger-all really. After riding various stand-up boards (ones without paddles mind you) for a few decades this shift to riding mats almost exclusively has had me rattled.
So I had in mind these two buddies, Fatty McGoldfish and Monsieur Snaps, escaping the kitchen benchtop and heading off. Perhaps for just the day, perhaps for good. The skies are clear and they’re in the clear – full speed ahead, let’s go!
No matter how far I find myself from the Sunshine Coast the dunes have always stuck with me. Every morning before the first foot-fall of even the earliest risers, excluding of course the jittery scamperings of all those things without backbones, those majestic, wind-combed undulations of ground white gold, sparking with spinifex, snuggle up to the sea in their new forms – a subtle shift on the shapes of yesterday.
There was something rattling around inside my Krypt surfmat. I could feel something gritty in there. I thought it might have been bits of sand, perhaps also some shell grit. Gently rubbing the corner of the mat I could feel hard, gritty lumps. Were these little bits going to poke pin-holes or cuts from the inside? How the heck could this have gotten inside my surf mat? Perhaps the winter hammerings I’d taken in the shorebreak at White Rock here in Dublin? Something had to be done.