High Hat Artist

Sunday’s sunset at Long Jetty - watching serenity unfold .. unawares of the unfolding terror at Bondi - the polarization baffles me

It’s a different world you leave behind
From the one you are born into
Then there are chaotic punctures when it changes abruptly
Sunday was just that.
Nightmarish reality in our backyard, our oceanic shores: our iconic Bondi
Hurtling towards heinous madness is a trajectory i cannot fathom
Nor can string together some cooked rationale
to counterbalance the beheaded consciousness
which lies at humanity’s darkest depths.

Bondi: “‘the sound of waves breaking on rocks” in Dharawal language
Those oceans sounds forever entwined with the collective grief we carry
The things we cannot see
Often are the heaviest to carry
Honouring the innocent taken, their many faces;
Those fearless heroes, running towards and from danger

The things we cannot see
Often are the heaviest to carry
We believe in a beauty
all the light we cannot see
We believe in LOVE
All the light we cannot see
We believe in the light of humanity
LOVE our antidote to fear, hate and grief
🕯️
🕊️

Some chase the sun..
… i’ll pursue the moon … 🩰
✨✨🌕 ✨✨
Made it w AI…. and akin to a similar analogy for Dubai:
great from a distance… but up close… messy… scary even

W***y Wonka and Mad Hatter’s love child … ditched the chocolate factory and tea party for the decks, Melb Cup Carnival 🎩 🕸️ ✨

Richard introduced himself when I finished DJing Fashions on the Field

I’d been at my post— no toilet or food break — for. 7rs , feeling 🪫 BUT HELL YES TAKE MY PORTRAIT KIND SIR. Not missing this moment. What a beautiful shot. Hope to collaborate next year dear Richard.

SUIT - by
HEPADPIECE - by me, Ellen Patterson



Portrait by

Performing my poems inside the halls of EverMOORE Castle 🏰 makes my soul come alive.
This footage is from the last retreat in Sept: REBIRTH. A mirror parallel to my current transformative juncture.
Everyone there witnessed me in a pivotal time, I’ll never forget it. Raw, vulnerable; fragile yet resilient; traumatised yet lucid… depleted yet still exuding passion and eccentricity (for which I conserved all my energy).
This marked the beginning of my lifetime’s healing ❤️‍🩹 and this Gumbaynggirr land holds a magic and enchantment like no other, which Rache & Andre revere and share as custodians. I am so elated to be welcomed back to perform at the final retreat of 2025. All I can say, this next performance is going blow the others out of the ether
🎭 🪄✨✨✨✨✨✨
If anyone would like to come along I’ve got a $100 discount. Get in touch.
Nov 14-16 - Bellingen
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🏰 LIVE THE MODERN DAY FAIRYTALE 🧚🏻‍♀️

☁️☁️CLOUDS☁️☁️☁️entire poem
- opening my DJ set
⚡️ IN MY ELLEN-MENT ⚡️
A moment of transformation, of rebirth, of liberation
in ways you wouldn’t believe, even if I told you
🌬️☁️🌩️🪽🪽⚡️
People grabbed me throughout the festival, to tell me how I touched their soul, gave them goosebumps, tears, epiphanies, sparked a fire deep within.
Sooo ecstatic to hear, the ripple effect of inspiration.
⚡️ I AM HERE TO INSPIRE ⚡️

“Just keep looking for patterns in clouds,
in bits of fluff,
for signs in random stimulus.
Surely that must… lead somewhere… better…
Everything will change…
everything is IN change…
a state of flux, greater than start or end.
That is the crux.
Be the light that TOUCHES”

Is it a va**na? Is it a ship?
Beauty lies wherever and whatever you see
Therefore, a hat is not only
an extension of your silhouette,
but your imagination as well.

This bespoke crowning jewel is for fellow designer Simone .the.stars who makes fabulous vintage inspired sunglasses. Check her out.
Excited for you to rock the hat & glasses together Simone ♥️

Moon balloon ballet
🩰 🌕 🦢
come float with me 🎈
ai dreamscape

Finally had a play with various AI image generators (yes I’m late to this 😵‍💫)
But wowzas, whimsical, dreamy scenes in a few secs. Felt a bit like playing a poker machine 🎰 clicking the “generate” button to see what it would spit out next. I did not lose any money though !!

It’s all a matter of perspective
From a distance, envisioning
An insurmountable sierra range, domineering
like razor alpine teeth. Jagged. Steep.
Yet looking small enough to fit
in my top pocket, fit between
my fingertips. Cute enough to pinch
From a distance, flicked
A grain of salt over the left shoulder
“For good luck”
Pop’s kitchen table ritual was.
How I’d forgot
how I studied him do that
Until typing this, deep
in my salt bank of memories, fossicking.
The rumble of thunder
From a distance, listening
How it crashed dramatically
I thought the sky would crack and give way
“there goes Big Jim throwing pianos again,”
Pop would toss about these characters;
my imagination would scoop them up:
Bob under the bridge
Sonny Jim
Big Jim
Blind Freddy
Q ….. whatever happened to Blind Freddy?
…….. woaahhh Nelly!
I bet the molehill to an ant, seems intimidating
But from a distance ~step by step~ conquerable
If I can reduce my mountain of worries
~thought by thought~ to pinchable salt-hills
Aaaand over the left shoulder **flick**
I’m off to a good start
Marathon not a sprint
From a distance, long distance
It’s all a matter of perspective
Even Blind Freddy could see that!

1 - 🍋 perspective in my kitchen
2 - POEM
3 - Death Valley , a framed fav travel shot
4 - Kata Tjuṯa, Uluru
5 - Mum climbing the Lawrence of Arabia dune, Wadi Rum Jordan
6 - Robe, SA - a fav spot of RV trip
7 - Robe, SA

Happy Easter 🐇 🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚
pic is Georgian 🇬🇪 Easter 2023
⛲️ abandoned sanatorium adventure