Agave colours that are literally succulent; a velvet pastel that slakes thirst and invites touch. Crushed dew-wet roses that sing 90s-era grunge songs. Palm fronds in the tropical glasshouse that are heavy with mojito sweat. Flowers that don frivolous shades of pink and purple and white to represent different stages of dying. Rich ferns by the pond with diamond light caught in the fronds.  

All photos from the Melbourne Royal Botanic Garden. 

Vintage dress and hat; Wandering Coyote boots.

Hanging Rock, Victoria - Wurundjeri country.

“Although we are necessarily concerned, in a chronicle of events, with physical action by the light of day, history suggests that the human spirit wanders farthest in the silent hours between midnight and dawn. Those dark fruitful hours, seldom recorded, whose secret flowerings breed peace and war, loves and hates, the crowning or uncrowning of heads.” 
― Joan Lindsay, Picnic at Hanging Rock

So, I finally got around to getting some enamel pins made. I've been meaning to forever, but I am never quite sure if the things I dig (and would like to make) are what other people like too. But then, who doesn't think the moon is a pretty spectacular celestial body? So here she is. And just in time for the birthdays of all my fellow moon-ruled Cancerians. 

Speaking of birthdays, mine is soon... And as a little intermediary waiting-for-it-to-actually-be-my-birthday celebration, I've taken 35% off my Freewheelin' patches in the online store (use the code BIRTHDAY at the checkout). 

Both the Pony Gold Moon Pins and the Freewheelin' patches are a limited run of 100, and are available here. 

This is at least a month's worth of pages -- in and out of sketchbooks, drawn at home and on the road, for myself and for other people. They document a frantic attempt to pin down ideas, before they're forgotten, discarded, discredited, or they simply float away. It's a search and a seeking, an attempt to build, make and bring to reality. 

And it's a reminder: Don't forget to rock 'n' roll.