I’ve always been captivated by bubbles, they seem so simple at first glance, yet are surprisingly complex. As an artist, capturing a bubble has always been a challenge, but it’s one I love. For me they reflect something profound.

From January 2023 through to today, my life changed significantly. Right at the beginning Layla and I married on a day that started with two earthquakes and moved through drizzle. It was a fabulously beautiful, gentle and warm day.

In August 2022 I sat on my bum for 10 days and did nothing. I did nothing, except breathe and observe myself for hundreds of hours. It flipped my lid, in a good way. That’s Vipassanā for ya…

The Hillman Super Minx is probably the only car I’d ever consider doing up. But really, that’s never going to happen. I’m not a car guy.

Rik and I had been sifting around the Christchurch cafes, meeting the locals and trying our best to blag a venue for the next Entrain party. The locals were staring. We were an odd-looking pair.

I’d worn ‘travelling’ clothes, looking my best, which in all honesty was still pretty weird. I didn't have any normal clothes, and there was no hiding the dreadlocks that sprouted out of my head and fell below my shoulders.

The first thing we did was find a cafe, drink coffee, eat pastries and get stoned.

Over the years how many people do you think have partied in Brixton at the The Fridge?

June 1994, Rik, Fifa, Uri, Leon and Jamie were celebrating with pizza after successful late night guerrilla busk on Oxford Circus.

In September, at the end of the European summer, the Maya Circus were invited to a performance art festival in Israel, in an ancient fortified port-city called Arce.

The air was orange and thick. Leon and I stared at each other as the Ambassador taxi rumbled through the industrial area between the airport and the Paharganj.

Blue smoke haze from the fire filled the hut and made the ramshackle room warmer in the midday sun.

Tea and scones were a Saturday morning ritual for the three friends. For nearly twenty years they had convened at Edith’s house, always in the same seats at the kitchen table.

There is no denying that for many people ceremony and ritual create meaning and wellbeing for themselves and their community.

The “artificial” creative space is changing so rapidly.

When I was little my Nan told me that if you could drop salt onto a sparrow tail you could catch it.

I arrived early and put up some of my art including printed banners of my paintings and the flowers made by myself, Anne, Brenton, Megan.

Was it you? Within the last couple of years I either read a theory or heard it.

What small amount of traffic there was stopped as the bird landed in the road. Like it was an everyday occurrence the bird preened a couple of feathers, straightening individual strands with its beak.

It was colder than usual for an autumn night, so after consuming the mushrooms Star zipped up his leather motorcycle jacket, put on his black beanie and headed out into the night.