Every heavy hit has to heal and healing can guide you through the darkest places of your mind. Sometimes it's not about finding pressured happiness, it's about finding who you are and why you are here.
Roll with the punches
Great
“I am the Great Cornholio, I need T.P. for my bunghole”
One for Sammy
This is my friend/former student Sammy 'Lips' Makkouk. He rolled up to a birthday party like this. We were kicking it in the back room of the Charles Weston Hotel and it was the perfect setting for a few quick shots. Sammy is one of those guitarists with an old soul, he doesn't change with the times, he simply adds perfections to the times past.
Sammy, this ones for you.
Choo choo
Pharaoh
I'm here with my brother Fallon, listening to Pharaoh Sanders - Red, Black & Green. It's a song that makes you appreciate the nicer things in life, the things that break us through the chaos. We're not here long, so pay homage to the real times and live with purpose, the days are slipping away.
An ode to dood
For nearly 6 years I've gone to the same cafe... and sadly the era has finally ended. Dood328 in Brunswick was an institution, a place where everybody knew everybody. I'd spend every Saturday afternoon choppin' it up with these two brothers, they are pretty much the funniest dudes I've ever met. Congrats on the sale Simon and all the best for the future.
Smoke dreams
Til the casket drops
When obstacles stand in your path... Never give up! Even when you drop your sundae on the ground and the cup breaks and ice cream splashes all over you and your friends jeans/sneakers... then drips dirt mixed ice cream all over your hands and sleeves. You pick that sundae up and you put it in your face and you eat and drink it to the very last drop. Then you lick that dirt laced ice cream off your fingers and walk on, like it aint nuttin.
Til the casket drops.
Pop pop
Follow me on Instagram
I'm aiming to do some pretty rad things on Instagram in the next few months. Follow me @johnnybrixton and I will cuddle you in the street.
Happy birthday brother
It's my brothers birthday today. We do not share blood, but we do share a brotherly bond that can never be broken. He has followed me to the pits of hell through to some of the happiest moments of my life. We've always been spiritually connected and he will indefinitely hold the top spot in my extended family. I made him something, I might share it with you guys in the next day or so.
Happy birthday BIG POPPALOOPA! (aka Motley)!
Editing all day
The best
These two are my family. Corey (left) is an accomplished tattooist and one of the best to do it in my humble opinion. Luxy (right) is my favourite photographer and was the one that inspired me to pick up a camera. I love these kids to the moon and back.
Meet Jayde
This is one of my music students 'Jayde' dressed in fairy getup. Automatic pass.
My place
I regularly visit this place, with the hope of easing the often erratic headspace I seem to find myself in. It might not seem like the prettiest place to visit (even though I think it is), but it's reminiscent of the places I'd refuge to as a kid/teenager. It's a place where I find a deep sense of reflection and clarity.
Nothing to see here
This is me with a beard... today got stupid crazy real quick, I'll hope to post something more interesting tomorrow. Sorry.
Stay on the road
Everyday I fight for a better life. Armed with lifelong relationships with depression and anxiety, I have pushed through everyday and stood to fight another one. Each feud has been fierce and testing, but there is something about turmoil that builds inner strength and understanding, even if it doesn’t seem that way at the time.
Some roads are long and dubious, but stay driving. The road blocks are only there so the fruits taste better on the other side.
Uncle Norm Hunter
Today we commemorated the memory and life of Uncle Norm Hunter. Uncle Norm Hunter is a well respected elder of the Gunung-Willam-Balluk. He was instrumental in the development of the Indigenous Education Centre in Broadmeadows. I never had the pleasure to meet him, but I feel so honoured to build the skills and creativity of Broadmeadows youth in his name. Rest in Peace.
I'm observant
These bitter cold nights remind me of walking hours on end through Melbourne's unpredictable suburban streets. We had no car, no money and no means of transport. We had to find our own fun, which usually led to trouble. In-between the craziness, I always had an obsession with looking at the detail in my environment. Whether watching the intricacies of drug trade at the train station or a burning discarded cigarette, withering at my feet... I was always observant and I still am to this day.