And what an excellent job the book people have done on it. A proper coffee table book no less. The picture and color quality on the 300gsm Fuji Album Lustre paper is the bomb. I also had lay flat binding for showing double page spreads to best effect..stunning!

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Weighing in at 82 pages long (it was a job deciding what images to put in and what to leave out!) ‘A back section looming’ is a collection of my favorite pictures taken while on a surf trip to Morocco.

There is also a handful of illustrations inspired by the trip that are full double page spreads. I included also a couple of small features based on our experiences at Anchor Point in Taghazout. They are made up of ‘The Anchor Dogs’..’Storm clouds they gather’ and ‘Strange scrawls on the walls of Taghazout which I have already published in an earlier post here.

The majority of the photography was taken at various surf breaks around the legendary Anchor Point. Mysteries, Hash Point, Tamri and Panoramas are all featured in one way or another, either as pure wave shots or involving surfers or surf watchers. I look back at the pictures now and remember that everyday was different to the next as regards to wave and water color (and most times wave size.) The images in the book are a mixture of pin sharp and grainy , saturated and desaturated..lots of flavors, a bit like the waves then.

I guess the book is really a celebration of the power and beauty of waves, your not going to find any cliche holiday pictures of the boys ‘having it’ large. A small explanation can be found on page one for the title of the book, rather than me repeat it here. The images that make up the book gallery are a mixture of original images and scans from the book itself (a long story and something you should take up with one of my flash memory cards.) So I apologize now for any poor image  & color quality. On the whole the scans are not too bad but nothing like the quality of the originals or the book reproduction.

If you click on the first Thumbnail (top left) after these 3 pictures it will take you to page one. To navigate forward or back through the pages just move your cursor to either the middle far left or right of the image. click the arrow..easy.. Enjoy!

 

This first post represents the first of many that will feature images and text that will eventually end up in a hardback book to be printed. I felt that some of my experiences were worth sharing outside of the small core of people I spent time with in Morocco, and so I present here the text and images that accompany a small feature in the book. This story concerns my fascination with these pencil drawings that covered a lot of wall space in the small fishing village of Taghazout in Morocco. Taghazout is primarily known as a surf destination, due to its world class point breaks. It was also a favorite on the hippie circuit  back in the 60’s thanks to its laid back attitude. I even read somewhere that Bob Marley tried to buy land there sometime way back! Anyways this is where the story starts….

Intrigue and mystery are words freely bandied around when Morocco is talked about. Little was I to know that our own little trip was to provide me with a little mystique and a fair amount of time traipsing around the back alleys of Taghazout chasing an enigmatic figure who goes by the name of Brian.

 

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Halfway through our trip I was increasingly aware of these unassuming pencil drawn designs that literally riddle the walls and alleys of Taghazout. Always rectangular in shape with almost architectural elements and decorative devices inside the frame, they range from the very loosely scrawled to highly detailed motifs. With lots of high numbers, either inside or outside the design (I usually took this to be a numbering system for the amounts drawn.) They either sit alone or are stacked on top of each other in two’s and three’s, and usually in their favored spot next to the utility boxes that adorn the outside of the village dwellings. The occasional beginnings of a design can also be found carved into walls and ledges, putting you in mind of prehistoric cave etchings.

My curiosity was immediately piqued by this rampant army of hand drawn designs. Early comparisons with the urban tagger of western cities was easy, this guy or girl was UP!!

One afternoon while sat outside a cafe drinking coffee an old guy dressed in a traditional djellaba and woolen beenie sat some ways from me on stone steps. He proceeded to draw on some cardboard he had been carrying.  I meanwhile paid him scant attention and got on with whatever had been amusing me before he arrived. After about 10 mins I noticed him putting his pencil away and walk off, duly leaving behind the doodled scrap. On paying up I walked over to where he had been sat and took a look at his handiwork…Boom…right before my eyes was a half finished version of what I had seen countless times on the walls of Taghazout. I am not exaggerating when I say I was surprised that some old guy with a Father Christmas beard and traditional garb had been hitting up walls with a pencil.

For days I went around documenting examples of the drawings and pondering on the meaning of them. There had to be some kind of story behind it all. Why the repetition in design? Surely some old guy was not in it for the fame game.

 

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One detail about the drawings that was a constant was the presence of an outlined head and torso topped off with what seemed to my eyes to be a western style tie….

For some time I entertained the notion that maybe he was some leftover from the 60’s when Taghazout was popular on the hippie trail. A westerner gone native no less, and his scrawls a coded nod to a materialistic past. My next encounter with Brian (as we later found out was his name) was completely unexpected. I had spent the best part of a morning getting some footage together as reference for my own artwork when who should come shuffling past and start badgering me for a cigarette but the Sultan of Staedtler pencils himself.

I tried to engage in some small talk (albeit small due to me not speaking arabic) but Brian was having none of it. On first impressions he is either barking mad or an eccentric of the highest order. I like to think the latter. Anyways, after a few fruitless mimes of someone drawing on a wall (performed by myself) he was on his merry way again. But not before gifting me with some great shots of him doing his ‘tag’ on a wall, and then seemingly to think ‘to hell with it’, he sprawled out for an afternoon nap by the roadside…legend.

 

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It was only a day or two before leaving for home that I finally pieced together the rest of the puzzle….

Myself and my brothers Andy and Scott were admiring a few choice ‘Brians’, when suddenly Scott realised the designs were an abstract of sorts, the Moroccan Dirham no less. I hastily pulled one from my wallet. Yes there it was, on the right, the king resplendent in suit and tie. The mysterious numbers accompanying the drawings obviously represented the various denominations of the Dirham..1000,2000 and so on.

Why draw depictions of Dirham notes everywhere? I started to ask myself. It did not take long before that question was answered. A local guy who had noticed our group studying Brians handiwork promptly came over and told us in broken english that the artist was called Brian, and that he had once been very wealthy in the past, and then he had lost it all. We were unable to ascertain the exact details behind Brian losing his riches due to the language barrier.

I was asked while recounting this story to a guy I met while still in Morocco, wether finding out the story behind the scrawls lived up to my expectations. My answer, yes…and then some. There is something romantic and altogether sad about the old guy who spends his days armed always with a sharpened pencil and scraps of cardboard. And for reasons known only to himself, decides to decorate his village with hand drawn currency. A lot of questions still remain as to why he does it. I myself prefer to leave the answer open ended, on the walls and in my imagination.

 

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