Recently I have been expressing myself through art, photography and I guess to another extend the cloths I don (I believe fashion is art we wear).

I drew what has now taken the name “time traveling fish”, to convey what was going on in my head, visually to the rest of the world.

I am writing today to reveal I am looking forward to exploring my creativity further, as well as to give credit to my influences.

In the months following my European travels, I have become increasingly interested in surrealism, devouring images from my favourite surrealist Dali, in addition to re-watching episodes of The Mighty Boosh.

My main muse for recent bouts of artistic creativity has come from my travels themselfs. I absolutely loved the street art coating the walls of the cities I visited, as well as the more traditional art galleries and religious buildings I have soaked in. I was particularly impressed by the Pompidou, a modern art gallery in Paris. The trip was crammed with art everywhere I turned, it was inescapable and awesome.

Before my travels I had been experimenting with photography and have been fascinated with how I can capture the world as I see it, sharing my outlook with others. I continue to this day playing around with angles, lines and symmetry that jump out at me, capturing all the beauty as well as the crap-ness I see in the world.

Below I have combined my photography and editing skills with some of the street art I passed along the way with my backpack, for my view of the walls of Western Europe, street art style.

Sometimes, when people ask me what is going on in my head, I can make them feel like I am speaking a different language.

My ideas, thoughts and worldview can seem to be from a completely different paradigm. It makes total sense in my chimp brain, but without the aid of a mental translator, some of the message is getting lost somewhere between the synapses in my noggin and theirs.

As my conversational partner tries to hash together what the fuck I am on about, it usually ends up with them scratching their bonce.

As putting my ideas in the form of the English written and spoken word isn’t always a success, I have recently been expressing myself through other mediums. Art, photography, poetry, dance etc . . .

[grrr I hate using "etc . . ." it’s soooo lazy]

Today I present to you one piece I started sometime within the four days I never slept a wink. I used the paper to just get everything out (sorry paper, but you look beautiful in my eyes).

It isn’t finished yet, but as I need to accept that nothing in this world is perfect, I am testing myself by publishing it as an incomplete blog post.

Chris x