Hello. Been staring at that ‘hello’ for ten minutes now. I haven’t ‘written’ anything here since last year. Don’t really know where I stand at the moment. Sitting doesn’t help… Little story: I was doing one of my ‘Tattoo Tim Tours’ at MONA in the southern hemisphere summer of ’12. I don’t remember much about it except the Ruiner. We fuckin’ clicked from the start. He had a black arm like Brother Matt and was generously covered in ink. The guy was buzzing. MONA was blowing his mind. Wim Delvoye was blowing his mind. He sucked it all up like his life was depending on it. Once the tour finished I took him up to the office balcony, we drank beer and lost ourselves in a unique conversation encompassing just about everything. It was perfect.
Ran Maclurkin is an artist from mainland Australia. He tattoos. He paints. He builds stuff with motors. He survived a motorbike accident that nearly killed him not too long ago. He was in Hobart to tattoo some clients at a friends’ house. Someone said check out MONA. He did and then it happened. I witnessed what ‘inspiration’ really means. The museum was kicking this guys’ ass. It was answering questions, it gave him clarity and a complete sense of confusion. It overwhelmed him. It moved him. And that inspiration left a mark. You see, MONA completed me and I broke apart once it was over. Ran took the bull by the horns and started the ‘Ruin Art Collective‘. He also tattooed me. He ruined my arm with a ‘bunny rabbit man’ and it’s one of my very favourites. His style is controversial. Lot of love and plenty of hate for what he does. But the haters make him famous… Anyway, he started his collective with a vivid plan and a motivation bag bursting at the seams. He combined his passions, he worked hard and now it appears that he’s ‘living the dream’.
MONA inspired him. Now he’s doing the same for me. It’s been a privilege to virtually follow him on his journey. The World certainly wasn’t waiting for him, but it’s a different place now that he’s leaving his mark. I’ve been drowning since getting back to Europe. Barely know myself anymore. Without Stephanie my lungs would have water burst by now. But Ran took the outside intensity and made it his own. The theories I’ve had he’s put into practice. It’s working. I’m impressed. I wish him endless success and hope that one day Ran, Matt and I can sip some cold ones at the ‘Kontiki’ in Zürich, share battle stories and laugh.