A successful website features products, services, some well formatted graphics, inviting, clickable. No lengthy blurbs of fantastic ideas, or unrelated mind prints.

But, that's where our work truly begins. In inspiration, wild explorations of wacky ideas, the empty canvas. Everything and all has been done, in art, in literature, in photography, and in music. All of the good stuff started with an empty piece of paper, a pen, and ideas that were jotted down, to be crossed out and replaced, refined, corrected, to find the first idea might still be the best.

So we don't design things, we don't write music, we don't take pictures, we don't write books. We dream, we think, we plan, sketch, copy, paste, cross-out, start again, and present the seemingly simplest idea, backed by true intellectual development, what feels like a hundred years of trial and error, successes and never to be discussed or admitted failures. Art is a process. And success is a byproduct of "doing".

So - we do things. Lots of things.

And they all go hand in hand, melodies that come from geometric shapes, wacky hand sketches that inform the next story for a book. It all flows, and becomes one.

But, we didn't start here. Nobody ever does, though the good stories always pretend otherwise.

The actual beginning was in the love for geometric shapes, and, strangely enough, mixing beats on tape. Not something you'd put together in a cohesive sentence, but somehow, that's how it started. Add a Commodore 64 and learning BASIC into the mix, and everyone's confused.

The geometry shaped a logo for a discotheque, something that still existed in the olden days. The illegal selling of mixtapes, produced with two cheap turntables and a second hand DJ mixer, opened the door to the entertainment world, some experience behind the decks, and a logo to convince the club owners to give it a chance. Twelve years of touring followed, early teenage graphic design and endless hours on headphones paved the way to the stage.

Learning by doing, joining a rock band, to rehearse, perform, and to be let go for "not being a good singer", to eventually starring in larger-than-life shows, being seen live on TV singing to millions, it's the roller coaster ride that sings praise, and the hits that hurt terribly. It's learning, celebrations and glory, frustration and tears, deadlines and pressure, waves that come and go.

From the singing spotlight to a flashy office in Berlin, a dancing camera in hand, to writing books and designing artwork in solitude, to composing new music and staging shows, it's a circus. Chaos, in the best way.

Somewhere in the middle of all that, Switzerland became Australia, which is a sentence that undersells an entire ocean, but that's how these things go. You pack what matters, leave the rest for someone else's attic, and discover the light on the other side of the world photographs rather differently.

We've been given trophies we didn't quite believe we deserved and titles we've mostly worn sideways, because the truth is none of it was ever really about the winning. It was about the noticing. And, any modesty aside, it does feel good to be seen.

And so, we continue. And we're here for new ideas, new sketches, new tunes, new made up words, and, who knows, we might be working together on something, some day, somewhere.