This collection of drawings named ‘high art’, not because of the quality of the artwork, but because everybody that contributed towards it was high at the time, began at the Rainbow Gathering in Mexico. I was absentmindedly doodling after smoking from an earthpipe (you’ll have to read the article to understand what that’s about) and suddenly became aware of myself drawing a dog doing a poo. This made me chuckle and, when asked what I was doing, I explained to those nearby that I was drawing because I felt more creative after smoking weed. Before I knew it, everyone wanted to have a go and, by the end of the day, I had several highly entertaining sketches in my notebook. It was interesting to see where people’s minds travelled in this state, so I began asking people all along my travels to draw something when high. This was the outcome…
My drawing is just a mumbo-jumbo of whatever shapes my brain decided to tell my hand to make (in other words, it’s totally meaningless).
The second addition to the notepad was drawn by the guy sitting next to me at the time, who couldn’t explain what it was, but kept insisting that it had to be shown this way up.
This has to be my favourite, another fellow rainbow gatherer’s picture of a naked fairy sitting on a mushroom and pulling the moon down to earth. Brilliant.
No idea why this particular girl felt so strongly about this…
This came about because I was in a restaurant in Playa del Carmen with a friend singing ‘octopuses y autobuses’ repeatedly. He then decided to draw an octopus on top of an autobus, with Mexico above. The thing in the bottom right-hand corner is the chocolate volcano we had ordered. It’s upside down because we’d been waiting what felt like an eternity for it. It all made sense at the time.
This was in Villa de Leyva, the day after we took mushrooms (the guy was high on weed, not mushrooms). He wanted to inform the world that it was ok to consume these funky fungi, as long as you did so with respect to the pachamama.
When relaxing on a hammock in Medellin, I asked my friend Will to contribute to my art collection; he simply drew what he saw in front of him.
Couldn’t agree more with this quote. I also like the fact that Nico, a South African I met in Paraty, drew his name in a tiny car at the bottom.
This spiral with eyes was drawn by a guy I met in El Bolson. The funniest part was he spent AGES working on it and, when he finally turned it around, we were presented with… this.
There were many more high sketches, but these are my favourites. Next time I go travelling, I’ll be sure to take a plain pad without squiggly red lines in it along with me.