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the line

In business there’s a line. It’s very fine and people say their on one side when they really sit on the other. 

My level of detail and ability to hold patience is a gift from my parents. Depending how you look at it, it may or may not be a positive trait. Too far in perfection, a business finds itself looking closer to closed doors. Too lacking in detail and consumers may not walk through your door. 

We view quality through our own eyes and too often forget to see what the consumer requires. A person of detail can easily loose ones self in thinking they require more when in fact the consumer can’t see or appreciate the difference. In this case the added effort, lands unappreciated and waists time and resources. 

One side of the line is equally as important as the other, where in no attention to detail neglects a consumers requirement and no matter the sales ploys, eventually ends the company. 

Personally I’ve found controlling what I do and how I do it, eases the need to either perfect or fall on sloppy production. Simply, it’s finding what I enjoy. Adapting it where needed but not focussing too much on what I “really” expect nor what produces the most money.

Keeping myself from falling too much in perfection or too much in greed. There in, you find the balance. 

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looking for a win through words

I’ve been writing quite a bit since I focused on a whole food, plant based lifestyle. I started transforming my diet much earlier then the removal of meat, dairy, eggs and oil but the writing didn’t come about till my freedom of disease and pain became glaringly apparent. To most I’d imagine my statement of freedom seems ridiculous and I can relate. It’s interesting how realization often doesn’t happen till you’re personally exposed to change. Until this point, a feeling of norm seems to be our minds state. 

Once I dropped meat, dairy and eggs, I began an unbelievable transformation in health. So unbelievable, my excitement was consuming and I felt it important to enlighten all those around me. Despite trying to demonstrate to people and not just spouting off at the mouth, this transformation was too obscure for people to grasp. I was met with disbelief, anger and criticism. I watched those I love around me full of disease, pain and in mental disarray. They had though, been taught to believe this was just the way of life and the decay of their body was attributed to aging. With the resistance I received I needed to keep my focus and the energy I put out seemed better spent on my transformation.

The health transformation was almost instant and it continued. As hard as the change was at times, becoming more “alive” became my addiction. There’s no quick transformation in the search of a clear direction. Especially when all the true information is deep down in our culture, in our reading and displaced by greed and capitalism. Once you get used to how to see the truth and how to ignore the propaganda that is killing us, there is an enlightenment to the search.

To give up on popular culture and all I grew up with definitely took its toll on me. Change is all around us but we resist it, almost as if we think we have the power to keep things the same. We don’t. Never have and never will. It’s evident the efforts, to resit changing to a whole food plant passed diet has a huge element of “addiction” attached to it. Hidden in the foods, we’re accustomed and tricked into adoring what we were eating. Only when we find ourselves in a state of addiction do we embrace resistance. A sad position to find our selves in.

And so the writings are my best balance of inner growth, outward exposure and reduced face to face conflict. 

Here in my words I really hope for a win. The win being another helping hand in people regaining control of their most important asset. Their health.

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the not so distant project

I’m like a lot of you, I’d presume. Find a project that speaks volumes and move quickly to procure what’s needed for it… except time. Then the wait grows and reasons ensue as to why it doesn’t start. One thing we can all agree is, when the project starts, its on! So best not start till “time” can be allotted.

Unfortunately, what we all just agreed on, is horse shit! Like having children. You’ll never be ready. Just try the best you can and when it happens, dive in. If its meant to be, it’ll all work out. Now, I don’t have children so maybe I shouldn’t be using this analogy but enough people around me speak to this statement. Back to the point, if you don’t “just get started” you land yourself some lawn art.

My 1984 Heritage special was passed over to me from my father as I asked him for a project and personally I wanted one that had a tie to my Father and my relationship. May Father rides and I never did. I’m sure he feels, like me, that it would be nice to ride together but there was never any pressure to do so. When I was younger I remember my father taking me for a ride on this bike, stopping in a parking lot and while he took some z’s on the grass boulevard, let me ride around the lot to get a feel. Never went past this for me but It meant a lot to me and one day the thought of this bike came in my head and I acted on it.

Well, a few years later it still sits under tarp, in my yard. Now I guess I can say its because I don’t have a garage but thats kinda weak considering I don’t have a problem dropping a transmission or removing an engine in my driveway. So…. its one of those things. I never tire of it or feel depressed at the thought of it. It makes me smile just having it sit there. I’ll get to this one, unlike those I walk away from that have no meaning. This ones still though, for another day.

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focus eh

Here, just now, I deleted a couple paragraphs of what could have been some really nice information pertaining to wrapping vehicles. My focus isn’t there though, so lets dive deeper. A colour change of a vehicle is a craft. Kinda a boring one at that. Three days of teardown, clean, prep and wrap, tuck and trim then resemble. Something beautiful arrises but my mind feels its lost time. I guess as far as my mind is concerned, I require depth, creativity in expression and the risk of failure. If I fail at a colour change its due to the material, environment or vehicle condition. Something obviously repairable at the time. When I talk “failure”… true failure to me is pushing whats possibly creative in my mind with the chance my vision could fall flat in execution. Its happened. people don’t see it, so thats a good thing I guess. I’m my judge, so… happy I still provide to the public what they want but – I know – if I nailed it or missed it.

Creative in vinyl can be loud but it can also be very detailed and subtle. Layered vinyl. Patterns underneath a wrap. Gloss on matt and throw in some satin. Theres some great variety these days in automotive vinyls and making them dance together in a calm design or blatant display can be soooo satisfying. Obviously, like anything, we find each project dictated by not only the vision, products and canvas, but as well by the people in play on the project. The client, suppliers and helpers. Often times, grander is cut short through the process and unfortunately even at the beginning. By budget, contrasting vision, lack of trust, materials… but every project still holds a glimmer of amazement. When I see it, I grab it and save it. Hold onto it to swirl into a future design.

focus eh. I feel I’m on two ends of the word. Completely obscure, grasping at everything all the while in the moment taking what seems like eternity on the littlest detail. I’ve been all over the board finding satisfaction in any sort of mixed media. handling the finest detail is in my bag of tricks but replicating it over and over, day in and day out is not. So wheres my focus? Seriously, I am asking this right now. I talk above, about my interpretation of the satisfaction I gain in the automotive vinyl world but thats just juggling around the details to keep interest. I have multiple different personal projects, equipment and materials in a variety of genres slowly growing around me. I’m waiting to be spoken to. Am I too wound trying to find direction, that I’ve let slip the perfect path for me?

So, again I say, focus eh. No this isn’t some big lead up to me being Canadian. This is literally me talking it out to see if I can pull something from my words or spur on a new thought taking me closer in the direction I wish to find myself following. So I did mention the hinderance of people in the process and I do know I desire more personal art projects. Within paying the bills I don’t really keep on them and they sit there staring at me. The blank canvas, the full blocks of wood, uncarved wax, design sketches and an array of different materials sitting on the shelf. I know I’m answering my question so why do I find myself still talking about it instead of really putting my mind to work on these projects. I want to blame family, friends, work requirements, weather, home maintenance, pets, relationships, vehicle maintenance, health, exercise… stop… because I’m just saying life is getting in the way.

Lets see if I can answer this? Can I turn my creative projects into my life? I am a very practical and methodical individual and need definition to what I do. Funny I just said that as I have recently been exploring the open belief principal in all aspects of my life. Hmmmm. To not hold serious definition to anything and be open to growth, understanding and expression. Definitives are limiting. They instigate aggression, greed and control. Thats the thought wondering around up there. Up there, as in my mind. In case you were wondering.

So… I want to drop definition to find enlightenment. I want satisfaction to be found within daily routine that mixes with expression and not hindered by people, monetary requirement and production.

I’ve got it! Artist in a box on the street corner! Damn, I’m gunna have to work on a hybrid idea as I’m sure my wonderful, beautiful wife would prefer to come home to me then visit me on the corner. We’ll, as I’m trying not to define things these days, I’ll leave this open as the conversation may work itself out in my mind over time.

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the roux

Projects that I start – that I finish – that I quit – that fizzles – that excites. I feel like everything these days, probably… just like the rest of you, eludes me to what will peak my interest – keep my interest – or loose my interest. Or so I used to believe.

Wether you believe it or not, I’m much more focussed since my dietary change to Whole Food – Plant Based. I’m precise yet calm. Although, I felt I was before. The thing is, when your state becomes your norm, you think your normal. It’s quite clear we find ruts that become perceived as the way things are. A complete misinterpretation due to our minds and bodies inundated with poison still to this day believed to be acceptable. Or at least touted through media and popular culture, medicine, and animal agriculture propaganda as fuel we require.

I’m left making sense of all the different avenues I travelled down. Not really wanting to leave any of them in the past. I find myself juggling them all equally as I bring them further to completion. They all lead into each other and to bigger stories, so I feel I kinda have to. I do find myself up to it now too!

What about the ones I quite and can’t pick back up? Some great projects I dove right into and made some pretty sweet advancements. Projects that are no longer in my possession or no longer in existence. A beautiful 1984 VW GTi for example. Definitely a project car. One I imersed myself in. Designed a clean Recaro seat and had stitched up. A completely custom mk1 bezel chop and amalgamation of a VR cluster to accommodate the VR6 under the hood. Body work. Wrap and period specific graphics. Slimmed aluminum Bumpers and so on. With so much into it I decided to stop, sell and move on. How about another example. Jumped into upholstery. Head first with a tough mk6 GTI Recaro seat recover. Did the drivers seat twice just to get it right. Sold the car. Didn’t proceed.

Here in my writing might be the answer. I’ve heard said, “In art theres craft and in craft theres art. The craftsman looks for perfection and the artist pushes expression.” I’ve spent my time as an “adult”?! becoming part of the working world making things that please people. My mind really turns from instinct and creation. Pay the bills or free my mind though? Taught to pay the bills so guess we know how most months end.

I Couldn’t see this before. I Couldn’t see a lot before. Before Whole Food – Plant Based. So lets bring this jump around story together. I need to be able to be expressionistic. Yet, in the past, doing this through more crafts and skills was something that fell short for me because perfection was and is required. A contrast to what really satisfies me even though meticulous detail is something I have the patience for. I couldn’t see this as I was battling my body and my mind through every adventure. Now I’m positive about who I am. Healthier then I ever thought someone could be. Pulling all my current adventures into a pot. Sampling each one equally to find a balance to the roux. Keeping time to express myself. Providing enough craft for survival. Above all, not concerning myself too much with anything, as to not pick up Charlie when he comes around for attention and purr in my arms.

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1:10 RC Drift Project

Through High school I had a neighbour who introduced me to Remote Control Car building. I was captured by the build of the kits and the artistic expression in the body painting. As far as the actual drive of the cars, there was no great pull to me. It fell away with time and after a 4 year play with them I only occasionally looked back but quickly dismissed entering into these builds.

I’m back in and I owe it all to some local guys and drifting. The perfect trifecta for me. The Build. The Body. The Drift. I now get to dive into the technical aspect of the build. The creative freedom of the bodies. And now the technical challenge of drifting the cars. It’s so challenging, you can’t just jump into one and get moving.

Starting with all wheel drive HPI drift cars, I got together with some local guys drifting in warehouses and garages. Fast paced and technical, this really made paying with toys more then what that statement sounds like.

Now running with rear wheel drive Sakura cars the build and drive is substantially more technical and so are my ambitions. Procuring equipment and learning techniques, I’ve entered into making my own stamp on providing bodies, parts and decal packages. This has been a long process and more time still before you see the results of my endeavours with the 1:10 drift products. Vacuforming, casting, printing, designing. I’m in no rush either as the development is more fulfilling then the final product. Don’t worry. It wont be long though as the bodies, parts and decals require finalization before my next ambitious step.

Pictured here is my first AWD 1:10 HPI drift car. Things have come a long way since then.

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powerful weapon

The effects from sugar are immense. For me it was two stage. Before dealing with the “real issue” in my diet, sugar was a problem not only on the refined side but on the natural front as well. The migraines I would get from having sugar had spread from the refined sugars to eating fruits, dates, breads, pastas and so many more simple and moderately complex foods. I’ve always had a sweet tooth so this was tragic for me.

Knocking out refined sugars and process foods stepped my health up substantially but there was still a problem and I was forever walking a tightrope. One wrong shift in any direction and I’d topple. The day I decided to give up meat and eggs, as completely absurd as it seemed, was the day I found the main problem. Also important to know years earlier I had removed dairy out of my diet from a “migraine like” allergy reaction. Quite quickly, the changes came in though. All from the drop of meat and eggs. Ailments started dropping off just under the two week mark and in a month I was a new person. It didn’t stop. The changes continued for the better and every day was inspirational with the differences. Sugar problems disappeared. Don’t get me wrong, I still don’t eat processed foods or refined commercial sugars past some agave syrup so getting hurt by big sugar is a thing of the past but the main feat were my problems with natural sugars, fruits, and wholesome bread. Their complete disappearance and my life gained a new unbelievably healthy baseline.

Addiction and sugar. Industry and sugar. Mental illness and sugar. So much hurt. Its all around me with family and friends. I’m glad I’m out and shame on big sugar. Your hold on me was too long and too destructive.

The graphic creation, designed by me shown here, is in reaction to my displease with the transformation of sugars hold on humanity, and its greed and domination of our food system. Once a symbol of power, eventually filtered down to the destruction of the poor and working class. All encompassed by addiction, its most powerful weapon against us.

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contrasting style

A bag of varying styles and techniques is my most appropriate creative description. Sketching designs is, unless in a funk, an amassing calm for me. I drop my pencil to paper and let it move. Lines contrast from hard corners to soft curves. Those instinctive lines create a cloud that I can pull details out of and crisp up till you see something. One of my ultimate aphrodisiacs.

A favourite company of mine, local to Calgary, is Concept 1. A fantastic Parts/Repair & Restoration facility Specializing in Volkswagen, Audi & Porsche. I was contracted for some imagery, this is one of the designs that hit the paper. I see it soon coming out in a larger piece of “one off” work. The idea floating back in my head every few weeks. I love mixed media and when the right sub straight lands in front of me, I’ll know its time.

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enthusiast by location

We view an enthusiasts product without really knowing where they are. The location where they build makes a huge difference, in my mind, to the depth of their abilities.

Ok, look at it this way; your radiator blows up and needs replacement. Your capable and can repair it yourself so you order the parts, jack the car up and make the repairs. Easy. Easy for the auto enthusiast. The Auto enthusiast that plays on the wrench side of things. We’ll… maybe theres a couple more variables in that repair. Say you live in an apartment building and park on the city street. Your three ton jack which you bought when you lived somewhere more “garage containing”, is stored in your closet on the second floor of a building that has no elevator. The street is on the other side of the parking lot. The time of year is January and there is snow on the ground and the average temperature at that time is minus 10 degrees Celsius. Plastic parts are cold and brittle. the concrete is jarring to the muscles. The wind intermittently travels past your neck. I think thats enough a picture. What I’m getting at here is the environment tells much more a story then the product outcome.

An auto enthusiast of the wrench variety preservers. Especially with the crowd I grew up with. Guys and girls passionate within limited means. Ok, poor as fuck but not without a roof over our heads or ample ambition. Non of us felt sorry for ourselves or looked at us as ever being lesser. We worked hard and not necessarily doing what we wanted to but doing what we needed to. With all this and long winter seasons, cheap tool sets and cars forever breaking down we persevered. Not only did we persevere but I saw some amassing cars born in our environment. Not only created, built, crafted, but then had to endure hard winter after winter with salt and rocks. Bad roads… oh shit! the roads. Its said over and over, so these are not my words, but if your drunk you drive strait. If your sober you weave down our roads due to the pot holes, cracks and literally chunks out of the pavement.

These are the enthusiasts! Now I’m not at all talking down about builds from guys and girls who live where there cars are not ever under attack by the roads and weather but I hold my glass up high to those who build in the conditions here. Calgary Alberta, Canada. You know who you are. The low riders, polished cruisers, machined and built powerhouses. The daily drivers who’s cars were their projects. Your perseverance, dedication and insanity never went unnoticed and as I look around social media today, your cars come up time and time again as serious contenders in Canada, North America, And the world.

I’m seriously proud to have wrenched on the same cold concrete you did.

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of the very few

My endocrinologist reached out to shake my hand a few days ago.

I had Cancer. Thyroid Cancer. Removed both sides. Surgery. Radiation treatment. Fun times.

Started seeing my endocrinologist 8 years ago. Its a ten year relationship I was told. This to monitor my treatment result and any possible reoccurrence. Along the way I found the prevention and the ability for full reversal and more. Drug and treatment free. Too bad it was after the fact. What this did for me though was two fold. Lost absolutely all respect for the health care system and their delusional collaboration with big food and animal agriculture. Secondly, got unbelievably healthy, vibrant and angry.

He shook my hand and said your one of the very few. He implied to getting my health in check. He let me know I lost 30 kg’s since I started seeing him and maintained the result steady over the last two years. For those not working the conversion in their head, thats 66 pounds. Obtained through diet and no added exercise. when I say diet, I mean food. I’ll expand someday.

Its not the weight though, its my health and the weight is a byproduct. I’m stopping here for now. I’ll discuss more as we go along. Its too hard for people to understand and has evoked pain, anger and separation of multiple personal relations.

I am healthy due to a whole food plant based diet. This according to me and my doctors. Although they only see the results and disappearance of all ailments, with no discussion about the plant based aspect. Dead pan faces when plant based comes up. They are just on my roster now and not active in my annual maintenence. According to the average North American, I am a disgrace, delusional, unhealthy and a pompous elitist. Those that are kinder in their words only refer to me as making a personal choice.

To be continued

Graphic Artwork – Me – Joseph Denny – A commentary of the relation of an industry and its direct correlation to disease and manufactured “help” – when if both eliminated, neither exist.