Art Diary: Week Ending 13th December

07/12/2014

My wife and I went out for a large part of the day. I painted on the computer on my return.

The Chosen One

The Chosen One

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08/12/2014

A day spent fiddling on the computers, although I did quite a lot of digital art work (plus far too much looking at movie trailers – I only started watching DVD films again recently when I was poorly and too ill to work in the evening – the addiction will fade again!).

A Short Sentence

A Short Sentence

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09/12/2014

I spent a good part of the day writing with a little bit of digital art thrown into the mix. I don’t think I will be getting back into my studio this year now.

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10/12/2014

A typical day of late which most of my time spent drawing and painting on the computer. Nothing much more need be added.

The Walk To The Railway Station

The Walk To The Railway Station

Landscape With Castle

Landscape With Castle

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11/12/2014

Out in the morning and to the doctor for the fifth and I was hoping last time in the afternoon (I have to make a follow up appointment, but not urgently). I am not sure if I am fully on the mend or not. I did a bit of digital art work but not a lot.

Throw A Six To Start The Game

Throw A Six To Start The Game

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12/12/2014

A reasonably good day spent creating art on the computer. The most productive I have been for some time in a variety of styles.

Nude On Bed

Nude On Bed

The Soul Of One Who Is Gone And Yet Hasn't Been Born

The Soul Of One Who Is Gone And Yet Hasn’t Been Born

Assimilation - Numerical Variant

Assimilation – Numerical Variant

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13/12/2014

Not a very productive day – I know it is Saturday but one still has to work! There was a hard frost and I couldn’t be bothered to work in the garden so fiddled around on the computer before going out in the late afternoon. Some writing and some art work completed. End of another week; not sure how much I have done, probably a couple of hundred art works and a bit of writing.

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A Much Earlier Weekly Diary

07/12/2007

A tree was felled in the living room as I pogosticked down the gilded stairs. I took the jeep out for a walk as the dog drove the general to his next ladies tea party. I only had time to recite a few verses of the clockwork bible before going down the road on battery power. The evening billowed like the wings of a rock group. I stuffed a classical sonata down my jumper.

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08/12/2007

My wife was out at a Bedouin camp so I had time to lick all the stamps in my stamp collection and then migrate to my studio as the days shortened and the geese stock piled snow shovels. I whistled at my work and then ate an ocean liner for my lunch. I had to pace the bridge in the evening as the dark ships got closer.

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09/12/2007

Another wet sponge day. I rung out my shoes after racing Poppy to the edge of everyday life and back. I then dusted my room with the cat before curling up to work. I laid out a number of lines of hose before my wife had returned from running messages for the pope. I smiled at all the doors in the hospice.

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10/12/2007

Most of the wallpaper days are badly torn and I tunnelled into the mature cheddar of my urban existence while dog walkers paraded their machines made from left over car parts. I had whispered to the smiling walls when I had first emerged from the bedroom cocoon so I had nothing left to say when the Toby Jug descended the grand staircase with ribbons instead of fingers.

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11/12/2007

My wife and I walked the anteater tongue to the pile of medieval books where we like to eat. While we were sat pulling apart the wreckage of downed Second World War aeroplanes a parade of soldiers waltzed by. I sat at the controls of an intergalactic freighter while June pulled the cords of our family parachute.

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12/12/2007

When I poked my head through the autumn lit kaleidoscopic membrane I saw the day coiled like a moth’s tongue. As it unwound I danced a slow dance in the vault where cold hands are kept in wine bottles. I stayed for extra time and saw the ball kicked into the back of the silent night net while my colleague threw himself from an aeroplane pinned to the ceiling.

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13/12/2007

There were slightly less obstacles sat on the pancake of my Andover avatar existence than yesterday. I pulled an unknown device out of the mixture and licked life into it. I then sunk into a boat I use as a bed. I saw shooting stars through my periscope. Eileen rang.

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Weekly Diary

07/12/2014

The rain prophesied by the patina on the back of a stag beetle never came so June and I went out (both dressed as penguins, just in case). The voices in my head refused to speak to me although I could hear them talking to the veterans coming back from the front that we passed on the way down the railway road. I noticed the trench an ocean going tug had cut along the high street: it ended just before the guildhall where a large Christmas tree stood like a hospital matron writing notes at the bottom of the patient’s bed. The patient still isn’t feeling very well but ate his meal of stars and planets as well as any black hole. After shopping under a bat’s wing June and I came home cradling last year’s bird song and an album of Neanderthal portraits; some of which I recognised.

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08/12/2014

I rode a Trojan horse down the garden while June rode Troy itself to town; coming back some time later with another human being asleep in her bag. I talked to the door which had a chip on its shoulder and then to a face in the mirror which had a collection of parrots wrapped in newspaper on his. June was standing next to a woman who had been scribbled on a large sheet of paper; “no news is good news” was written at the bottom. The lady had her red hair cut short and her green hair left long; I would have commented if a very long arm hadn’t descended from a passing cloud and picked up a lighthouse which was warning ships at the bottom of the garden. Later while curled up inside an old fashioned kettle I reflected on the writings of Herman Melville; none of which I have read.

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09/12/2014

I made a drop in the ocean that fills the space between the world other people can touch and the world that only I can. I called myself fifteen as other numbers sped by. June took her numbers (there were more than mine) to town as she wanted to have road markings painted on the top of her head. After a brief spell swimming several feet above the ground in the garden I came into the warm house to feel cold and work. I looked at an illness and saw the long ribbon manes of a Chinese dragon. The young lady next door apparently has her own dragon which she keeps in a box indoors. I wondered how many boxes could be kept in boxes and didn’t think any more about dragons until we heard something heavy land on the roof at the end of the day.

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10/12/2014

I got out of bed and sunk up to my middle in quicksand, which got slower as the morning progressed. June was moonlighting as a flag pole in the garden with a flag from a Sumerian colony on Mars fluttering in an artificial breeze – incidentally I have long thought that the entire street exists inside the belly of an artificial whale (called Jonah). The few plants that still had leaves in the garden were attempting to learn another language when I walked to the top and then immediately came back again to spend the rest of the day inside the still beating left ventricle of the house. I painted the inside of my head to match the decor of the room before reversing the procedure. June had gone out, but only for a short while and came back in earnest conversation with a reincarnated dodo.

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11/12/2014

I got out of bed using rocket boosters attached to all six of my limbs while June merely turned over with a ground plan of Stonehenge imprinted on her back – I marked the places where children are buried before metamorphosing into a warm blooded reptile and running up the road at a snail’s pace to catch the cold blooded bus. I reached my destination as one part of a still life by Paul Cezanne and met another part in his off centre bungalow for a Post Impressionist chat. We both wondered why the wine bottle was leaning at an angle and then talked about people who had smiled at a distance and not when close up. I imagined two worlds colliding when a very large man got into a very small car.; later questioning both mortality and immortality while trying to stop a continuously dripping tap.

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12/12/2014

June went to town in a San Francisco cable car, leaving me to walk the dog along a series of holes made by falling Ancient Egyptian artefacts (we had been watching the pyramids circle the Earth during the night). When Poppy and I got in she returned to her tapestry of King Harold invading Normandy and I took the egg shell escalator to my mountain top study to paint with points of light in a sun darkened room. The men who are mostly scaffolding walked up the road as I stopped to fill the bath with Earl Grey Tea, one looked in the first floor window while the cat was trying on a powdered wig and corset painted in the dazzle camouflage of a Word War One battleship. Luckily she was sheltered by an evergreen tree growing from the middle of the double bed.

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13/12/2014

I was feeling tired after sleeping as an A4 card in a A5 envelope for much of the night. I fell out when the envelope was opened and looked up to see the clock hands moving backwards and then more implausibly both ways at the same time – I thought to myself that the latter must be closer to reality. June went to town, leaving me to paint several different versions of the same scene on the dorsal plates of a mature stegosaurus. Later in a simultaneous prequel and sequel to a film the same scene painted several versions of me – I thought the one with a block of flats on my shoulder was the most appropriate. June and I went out later in the day: I was dressed in a knight’s armour from the time of Edward the Third and she was a herbaceous border designed by Gertrude Jekyll.

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Art Diary: Week Ending 6th December

30/11/2014

The severe pain continues. I did very little creative work; going out with my wife in the middle of the day to try and take my mind off it.

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01/12/2014

Off to the doctor first thing in the morning. I now have stronger painkillers and spent much of the day drawing and painting on the computer.

The Spark

The Spark

Reclining Girl

Reclining Girl

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02/12/2014

I was unavoidably out much of the day and recovering from my exertions in between each trip. Sadly very little of a creative nature was done.

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03/12/2014

I am still suffering with extreme neck pain, went to the doctor yet again and now have different tablets which seem to put me to sleep and nothing else. I did manage to do a surprising amount of work on the computer however.

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04/12/2014

I was out first thing in the morning, home for less than and hour and then out shopping with my wife – no creative work done at all.

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05/12/2014

I was home all day but still not that productive, partly because I had to catch up with a few things put off earlier in the week – I also hope I will start to feel better soon. I divided my time between painting, writing and photograph uploading.

Yellow Heart

Yellow Heart

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06/12/2014

I managed to do a little bit of gardening as the severe pain is moderating into a bearable ache although the whole illness has left me worn out and more concerning breathless. In the afternoon I did a bit of work on the computers plus an equal amount of fiddling around.

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A Much Earlier Weekly Diary

30/11/2007

I woke up walking and I was half way along the plank before I took the budgie coat off the hanger and put it on. June and I went to short hair mountains where I worked in a cave. The afternoon was a grey wig and I surrounded myself with small pieces of paper with pencil marks on them. The rain later filled my bowler hat.

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01/12/2007

It was the day before Dragon Time so I took the opportunity to take all the captive crocodiles for a long walk over the eyelid bridges. I expected a message and had my trusty steed (called Fred) ready. I spent the afternoon in the planetarium making stars – I pretended I was one of them.

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02/12/2007

The wind blew like Stanley Spencer curtains. I put my possessions in one wellington boot and stepped in another. I spent most of the day as a rock outcrop in my studio along with my chimney friends. I talked to the one in the clouds about a model railway.

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03/12/2007

When I was unpegged from the clothes line I walked with the baby to the amoeba lakes – I was surprised to see the house of toffees and brown cardigans derelict and roofless. I missed my connection and was later found sleeping on a pool table. I had two pages of dry cider and then walked home.

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04/12/2007

It was an early start as Toad of Toad Hall and I spent the morning balancing mattresses on my head. I took a break for dinner and stood by the local railway siding as a signal – when my arms came down a train sped by. The afternoon was cut loose from its moorings and my ship (still with an unbroken champagne bottle embedded in it) sailed off into the secondary colours distance.

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05/12/2007

Poppy dog and I went for a long walk, holding the pristine spirits of all the water fairies I had ever met. We walked to the outside lakes where swords stand like water reeds and I tossed a coin – as it was heads I came home where a garland hung over a hole in the wall and my new mobile phone was shaped like a coffin. I paid homage to the wolfman.

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06/12/2007

Out climbing the filaments of temporal feathers in the morning. I rowed back, put my arms into as many glove puppets as I could and then dashed out again. After exchanging hula hoops I came home and saw my coffin telephone on my dinner plate. I spit out several messages.

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Weekly Diary

30/11/2014

I wore pain like a baby’s bib as June and I went to town using a route last trod by late neolithic farmers. I had ancient skeletons in my head, all of which were curled up in fetal positions, before turning the corner as the flagship of Admiral Jellicoe at the battle of Jutland. We were trapped inside Jonah for a time and then ate a meal on the supersonic wing of a World War One biplane. We came home together with boomerang smiles: I threw mine twice but only caught it once. The house looked like an adult on a potty from a distance and then a baby on a throne when we got close. I drew the curtains and June painted the very tips of her fingers. Poppy, the dog, had grown antenna in our absence and was tuned into an extragalactic radio station.

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01/12/2014

I saw the doctor very early in the morning; she had the thigh bone of an archaeopteryx in her nose which lit up in various shades of purple when she spoke. I came home in a medical haze to find June had taken root in a pot by the fire that we never switch on. I wondered if she would communicate in flowers as I climbed the stairs to change into my hedgehog clothes. June waited for the patch of green on the top of my head to burst into growth before she walked to town with blocks of ice for eyes. I worked in a space capsule that ground control had forgotten to send into space. I couldn’t orbit like well known Hermetic scripts so spun round in my chair trying to keep in time with the music that had entered the house via a downstairs window and was trying to escape through the roof.

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02/12/2014

I had to go out with ornate chimney pots on each shoulders. I delivered the dog to the lady who turns wasteland fur into ploughed fields with rooks following the plough (the little boy in my memory was completely covered with the cloth cap he was wearing – his father was a farm and his mother a farmer). I collected her a little later with my arms covered in bandages that I had borrowed from a mummy of the Old Kingdom. June, Poppy and I had to go out again later, noticing on the way that everyone could walk on water except the bearded man wearing sandals. We came home in the dark, the lights attached to my cranium attracting the attention of helicopter flies. A mouth from an ancient face opened the door for us with its tired eyes blinking in the background.

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03/12/2014

I had to go down the road in the morning which I have since likened to a secretary bird attacking a snake. The people in front had spoons for arms and were clinking along in search of breakfast bowls – I kept a safe distance, the music in my head opening the security locks of the vault where all the fish thoughts are kept (bird thoughts are kept in a box on a pillar like a hermit who hasn’t touched the ground for months). I kept the asceticism of my thoughts to myself as the the milkman sped by with crates full of black cats instead of milk. The man who often wears white put me on a conveyor belt, threatening me with a locked box if I accidentally fell off. I was tempted to jump down just so I could open the seal but kept my thoughts to myself until I got home.

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04/12/2014

I left the pill box house in the pitch black, dressed in cobwebs and a disc of soot forming a halo over my head. I looked up to see if I could see any flying horses as the bus drew up. I got off a school boy trip later with rooks invisible against a still dark sky. The old man was sat in a room full of pink dolphins and we talked in silence until a little man climbed out of the telephone with a ballpoint pen stuck up his nose. On my return June and I went out, she was dressed as valkyrie and I was Thor. We had a Nordic walk around the shopping centre before stopping for a magenta meal in a green and orange room. The lady who took my money thought I was on the television; she changed her mind as June and I left, our footsteps making depressions in the jungle floor.

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05/12/2014

The face in the mirror had a ring in its nose and the bath full of water had a volcanic island recently emerged in the middle. I had already carved the soap into little hands so I drew back the curtains and waved a message to the bird headed people across the street – forgetting that I was wearing only a black towel with the stars visible in the night sky in the northern hemisphere displayed across it. The tallest of the visitors was leaning against a first floor window while the shortest had already reached the roof. He was watching June walk to town with her shopping list across her shoulders like a cape. I stayed indoors to work like a man who repairs roads while aerial hump backed whales filled the sky, their song binding everything together like cement.

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06/12/2014

June remained in the dug out, crossing three of her legs and hoovering with the fourth. I was feeling a little better and left the submersible in the Mariana Trench to pace a path of ancient stone heads (smaller ears than on Easter Island but with longer noses). I then had to go out briefly when the face attached to a living room wall smiled, returning to a frown and a lightning bolt that reminded me of writing lessons in primary school. As the slime mould day moved on we all stayed inside the house – which was learning to dance. The urban landscape showing a glimpse of petticoat below its dress. I told the squirrel tailed man that my spectacles were a secure fence that kept in all the wild animals and kept out all of humanity – I cannot wear contact lenses.

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Art Diary: Week Ending 29th November

23/11/2014

I actually managed some gardening in the morning, tired myself out after a couple of hours and then had to lay on the bed part of the afternoon to recuperate. I did do some writing but had to stop prematurely when my back started to ache. I then fiddled around not very productively on the other computer.

24/11/2014

I didn’t feel like working on two of the canvases I left off in April so still haven’t returned to my studio. I painted instead on the computer.

The Man Who Invented Himself

The Man Who Invented Himself

The Old Person's Explanation

The Old Person’s Explanation

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25/11/2014

I had to take and collect the rabbit from the vets and my wife and I also went out for a meal (thankfully I am slowly getting me appetite back) so I never got into my study to write until the early afternoon.

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26/11/2014

I went out again briefly, working on the computer on my return. Progress was rather slow but I eventually got a number of art works completed.

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27/11/2014

I went out visiting in the morning, coming home to work on the computers: both writing and drawing/painting.

Landscape With Empty House

Landscape With Empty House

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28/11/2014

The viral infection is clearing up but I now have a severe back/neck ache – the worse pain in my life – there is also a rash but on both sides of my body so it can’t be shingles. I spent as much time as I was able painting on the computer.

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29/11/2014

I am still in severe pain but managed to get some more digital art done – either side of going out for a meal with my wife.

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