art = inspiration = happy

Firstly, let me put this in context. I grew up on horror films. As a kid my first memory was being sat in front of the television, watching Friday the 13th with my babysitter. Growing up, horror films from the 70s and early 80s were my thing. I knew them all.

You either love horror films or you hate them. I fall in to the love category. As an artist myself, there is something very appealing about these films and the directors, and their complete freedom to express themselves and let their creativity run wild. There are no rules in horror.

Over the years these films have been one of the biggest influences of my life. Yes, there were always artists that I obsessed about. Picasso, Magritte, Waterhouse, Lichtenstein, the list goes on…

But one artist stayed with me: Mr Dario Argento. The first film I saw of his was Suspiria. I was completely blown away by the colours of the film and the creativity of the director. Dario Argento priority is not about writing a perfect script, or bringing out amazing skills in his actors. His message is clear, its about creating the perfect, original shot. And that is what I love.

You may see these films as violent, aggressive, d-grade trash. All I see is freedom at it’s finest.

stuck in a john carpenter movie...

Strange night, strange morning. Last night I could not sleep at all...bit of movie background - my bed is right next to a floor to ceiling window in my apartment on the 22nd floor. All night I kept waking up and looking outside to find the weather doing strange things to my window, slowly my view disappeared as a creepy fog took over accompanied by the eeriest wind soundtrack...it all ended with a crazy dream where I woke up to check the front door was locked while the soundtrack to Halloween played in the background. As I went to turn in the hallway, I caught shadow in the corner of my eye skulking in the guest bathroom (Michael Myers perhaps?). Then I woke up, and of course automatically went out to check the front door, which was unlocked.
Walking in to the lounge room this morning (again most of the walls are glass) I could not see a thing as the entire view was covered in fog. And to add to the weirdness that eerie wind soundtrack made by the wind moving through the balconies was still playing. Very weird, in a 1970s horror film way. John Carpenter, you have a lot to answer for.