The plot thickens. Or maybe it’s just the overall level of confusion and wilful ignorance.
I’ve been struggling with the star charts, and so they have fallen away somewhat while i’ve dealt with all the other projects I’ve managed to involve my self with. It’s taken awhile to get everything sorted out it my head let alone on paper, so this is why this post is being written in January even though the problem arose in November.* Read the rest of this entry »
Last week I moved the last of my stuff out of storage. (anyone one want a two draw red file cabinet?)
This has given me access to all sorts of projects that have been on hold for a while. (some notes are dated 2008. (at least they are dated.))
I’ve been thinking on so many things that I’ve been struggling with my words. I’ve a number of big posts I’ve been trying to shape into something coherent over the last few weeks but no luck (luck! sheer hard work) yet. Probably because there are too many ideas in a single sentence.
So I wouldn’t be starting anything new, any time soon. Just trying to reinforce and regroup what i all ready know/do. Which is probably too much anyway.
Yet to let you know I haven’t disappeared completely into the August haze.
So a New Year, and New Year Resolutions.
I’ve just one. Leave the house every day. Everything else will grow from these foundations
Don’t worry I haven’t been sitting around moping – you know I have plenty to do all day.
But getting out, getting some exercise, getting a new perspective is what 2015 should be about.
Where to go though when I don’t have an errand to run? Where to go what ever the weather?
By the river – 1/2 a mile of nature and activity, 1 1/2 miles of suburban back streets.
Don’t over think it: just watch the ideas come and go by. Read the rest of this entry »
This is something that I have been meaning to write about for a while,as you can see although this post falls between two dated Oct 8 2014 and Oct 22 2014 it was actually written in the summer of 2017 and was started in July 2015.
The Silent* Library is the name I gave to a set of Artists Book, visual journals or what ever. Two of the books belonged to my brother one of which helped him get into Art School and the other is over full of zombies and killers robots the kind of things you might expect from male teenage angst.
Some of my books are filled with a more robust repressed despair, although further I get from the source of my grief the more investigative and less terribly personal they become. Although its good to note that none of the images in the gallery below were made after the date this post was posted. I finally feel able to write about these books because some of the images in them are appearing in my general work and I want to be able to give them a context.