On a magnificent Saturday morning, brother photographer and I hit City Beach with a couple of boards for my very first magazine interview photo shoot… Couldn’t have picked a better morning for it, no?
Amongst the photography festivities, I noticed there was a lady out frolicking amongst the waves, who I thought was pretty darn keen, since it’s the middle of winter here. When we finished and were walking back up the beach, we passed the swimming lady, who asked if she could have a photo taken with Saint Calamari, because she’s Catholic and absolutely loved the board.
Now. I have to confess that even though I use religious imagery in my work, I’m not a religious person myself and so I figured that Saint Calamari would likely be considered dire blasphemy or at least distasteful by any card-carrying “religious” person. Through my chance meeting with Marianne, I found out that religious people are just people, with senses of humor and sometimes excellent tastes in art. Marianne was at the beach with her friend, Elizabeth, who happened to be an Anglican priest and another instant fan of Saint C.
What I liked most about these two ladies was how strong-minded and open they were about their beliefs and how they expressed them. When I made a crack about surfing being close to godliness, Rev. Elizabeth told me seriously that surfing can most certainly be considered a godly activity, one that teaches you the meaning of not being in control. I can believe that; I find surfing is like a meditation that clears your mind as well as your sinuses, and if there was ever a time to feel gratitude for God’s creation, it’s when you’re stoked and surfing a perfect wave.
Rev. Elizabeth finished up by giving Saint Calamari a proper and righteous blessing in a very impressive pulpit manner, at the conclusion of which we all chanted: “In the name of Jesus Christ our Lord, Amen”. It was awesome, I wish I had filmed it but I didn’t because I was all caught up in the moment. Instead here is a picture:
I’m never likely to ride this board since he has now become not only an artwork, but one with supernatural religious powers. Nevertheless, I can’t help thinking that maybe if I did wax him up and take him out in the wild blue depths, I’d be able to look up to the heavens, give a little nod, and a nice little left hander would be sent my way.
Check out some more of my brother’s mad surf photography and stunning macro shots here.