A Much Earlier Weekly Diary

12/10/2007

I had been turned into plastic during the night and every time I sat down I stuck to the seat. To counteract this I hung as much as possible from the florescent lights in an ancient Sumarian reading room where I discussed the coming of Plato and Aristotle with unidentified flying objects. I identified them later as semi-organic space bats constructed from the remnants of Sixties tenement blocks complete with damp patches and fallen plaster.

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13/10/2007

A stressful day, partly clinging to the rigging of an old sailing ship and partly in the orchestra pit rehearing a concerto for photocopier and orchestra. When I finally felt confident with my musicianship I went overboard. I was washed up on the shore of a strange land where everything went in reverse. I walked backwards to the garden gate (which shut in front of me) and got out of bed feeling very tired.

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14/10/2007

I had an enjoyable time in the pancake garden tending the lemon trees and moving historical moments around like pot plants. My wife and I tied a cord round the middle of the day while we discussed the sunshine. When the sun went down she wallpapered the inside of an oven and I found an off-licence to model the latest trends in wine bottle clothing – luckily I have the figure for it.

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15/10/2007

I had a lie in this morning (only for a few minutes – honest!). I got up when the cat made a path in the bed clothes for a column of miniature anti-war veterans to march through. I had breakfast in the trenches and then went to see the launch of a Viking longboat dressed in a choice selection of cardboard boxes. I came home with my hair on fire and wearing someone else’s clothes.

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16/10/2007

I measured the dullness of the day (precisely with scientific instruments) as I slowly put on a pair of six guns. I rode a pale steed into the town on the very outskirts of western civilisation. I wrote a message on the mirror in the middle of the afternoon and for the second day running I came home in another person’s clothes – luckily this time there were the appropriate slits for my falcon wings.

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17/10/2007

I opened my door and saw large boulders between the step and the gate. I jumped between each and took a red kite to the historical document I punctuate at odd times. I was saddened but not surprised to discover that I was a full stop on a paragraph that had lasted almost ten years. Rather than write a new story I decided to return to an old one – where I played the Boot that Puss jumped in.

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18/10/2007

It was very early in the morning when I set out for the land where fairy stories are still enacted – to emphasise this, the toy soldiers (made form cotton reels and needles) were paraded on the white breakfast table. After a brief discussion about red and yellow crab apples I returned to take my place on the corporate mantelpiece. While looking down from the old crows’ nest I pondered my past and my future – wondering which one came first.

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Art Diary: Week Ending 11th October

05/10/2014

I did a bit of work on the computers early in the day and then went out into the garden for the remainder. Today is supposed to be the last day of our late summer – a very sad thought!

Old Castle Beside The Lake

Old Castle Beside The Lake

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06/10/2014

Pouring with rain all morning. I meant to finish off my weekly writing but spent the entire day painting/drawing on the computer.

Figure On A Cliff Top 1

Figure On A Cliff Top 1

Figure On A Cliff Top 2

Figure On A Cliff Top 2

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07/10/2014

Another day full of digital art although I did finally get my writing finished. I also did a bit more photo editing – a daunting task considering how many I have took of late.

The Path Out Of The Picture

The Path Out Of The Picture

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08/10/2014

I was out for a couple of hours in the morning and then again in the evening. The remaining time I planned to devote to reworking my website (not that many people use it) and making a presentation about my work. However as it turned out I did very little of either as I worked on some new computer art ideas for most of the time.

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09/10/2014

I was out in the morning and spent almost all of the afternoon updating my web sites. I have two sites: one free, hosted by my ISP, which used to focus on my small paintings and the other, hosted by Namesco (which I have to pay for) was my main site and at one point extremely comprehensive and promoted all aspects of my work save the early multidisciplinary experiments which are mostly now lost. However now I do such a huge range of photography and digital art I needed to update the site to accommodate these new interests. As it happened I had problems – now resolved – in using my FTP software with the Namesco site and as a consequence I have produced two identical sites and will not renew the one I pay for next Spring when the renewal is due. The only concession I have to make is to rely much more on external galleries (mostly Pictify). If anyone is interested the address is http://www.ionistart.me.uk/

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10/10/2014

I spent all morning and early afternoon working on and uploading my web sites. What was left of the day was spent writing and painting on the computers. I have finally updated my work records; although in 2014 I have done very little traditional art which I record and a huge amount of digital art which currently I do not.

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11/10/2014

Not a particularly productive day. I went out in the morning and pottered about on the computers in the afternoon.

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Weekly Diary

05/10/2014

June went out to lay tables in the middle of a field for the last time this year. I was left alone to make a replica of an Iron Age roundhouse in the back garden using the remains of V1 and V2 rockets; I particularly liked the combination of black and white squares with rough thatch. I asked a bird headed man, who claimed to be from the time, a number of questions which I could have asked myself if I was older and then showed the cat headed girl a hole in the ground. June returned as I was laying an indoor table with my collection of empty jam jars; I noticed she was holding a handful of plastic sticklebacks. We spoke of getting several inches of snow in the middle of summer before I went out into the garden to bask in the hot sun in the middle of autumn.

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06/10/2014

I woke in a serpent eating its own tail morning; June, who doesn’t like snakes, stayed in bed with a beach hut on the bedclothes – we both heard a rustling sound but only a swimming costume came out. She went to town even though it was pouring with rain and the postman was wearing a white petticoat which was licking up mud as if it was chocolate sauce. I pretended to look at a toy yacht which I wished I had got while on holiday and then had my breakfast in another dimension: having a mid morning snack in yet another (this one was desert dry but all the trees had praying hands and mankind was reduced to stubble on the chin of a giant ape – it never evolved but just kept getting bigger). I lit a candle and placed it out in the pouring rain while waiting for June to return wet in even wetter clothes.

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07/10/2014

I woke again on the daily revolving stage, which when I was a comic book would have changed into a flying saucer and taken off with loud music as passengers – these days I fear the record has got stuck and I spend my time designing swimming pools for people who cannot swim. Sadly I am one of their number after jumping into the pool as a child and being immediately swallowed by a toy boat. After discussing the shape of galaxies with a philosopher frog I had met at a fire salamander dance I went upstairs to work (the stairs being an extra long tongue which I would later give to a chameleon). June meanwhile had gone off on a trip with her friend Xenophon, dressed only in counterfeit money and holding a shopping bag with a black hole in the bottom.

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08/10/2014

I got up before the religious community of sparrows had moved out of the bamboo. The bamboo hides an old shed, which itself hides all the things I wanted to do but never got round to. As June stood like the last piece of toast in a toast rack I stayed inside a ruined abbey in a semi-corporeal state. I had placed a life size model of an ocean going tug in a duffle bag I had borrowed from a bronze age school boy and was holding a bust of Janus in a third hand I had made from ice lolly sticks – unfortunately he is damaged and can only look one way at once (I have promised to look the other way for him but sometimes forget). June went out with her sunglasses on the back of her head and kicking a football instead of speaking words: she scored several goals before I was able to reply.

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09/10/2014

I got out of the sheep in wolf’s clothing bed even earlier than yesterday and stretched my paper airplane arms before a shadow of a Saunders Roe Princess flying boat went by. I shielded my aviator eyes and had left the house before June had managed to disentangle herself from her parachute. I was sat on the upper deck of a dragon bus when the sun stabbed the underbelly of another innocent victim the other side of the valley (although as an active member of the vampire party I know that the night always wins). After a partially lit journey I met the king of day and night and we talked of clouds with the faces of American presidents on them while we both sat in a giant mug of tea. He left sometime before I had put on my hilltop hat and a nymph from Ancient Greece had cast aside her hair net.

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10/10/2014

On the spur of the moment I decided to accompany June on her trip to the Library of Alexandra to return a book. I had King Kong as a baby in my haversack and we talked of the final trip of the R101 (which in the audio only version of the story is still flying and has visited India countless times) and looked unsuccessfully for rainbows in puddles – all of which I managed to jump over. June stayed in town as a being of pure light while I came home early as pure sound, waking the sleeping house as I entered and then altering my biogenetic harmonics so that art works would create themselves and artists would stand like bookends in an entirely digital world. When June returned as the letter A I met her as the number 17.

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11/10/2014

I woke suddenly from a dream where I was an item of cutlery waiting to be washed up – the house was owned by an acolyte of Anubis and I could hear puppy dog noises coming from the living and dead rooms. I dressed on the draining board and then took Poppy for a simultaneously long and short walk along a beam of pure time. I thought about light going backwards and then met a man from the late Eighteenth Century near what is now a derelict house; I asked him what it was like to be alive at the same time as Jane Austen and he said he had never met her. I said I had never met Jimi Hendrix and then went to an old market town with June: travelling in three different times at once and dreaming of discovering an alternative to space.

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A Much Earlier Weekly Diary

05/10/2007

I felt depressed all day as I paddled in the murky existence stained water that had collected in an asteroid crater after the model Earth my other self lived on had ceased to exist. I pulled a crocodile out of one back pocket and a capsule of rampaging Mongol warriors out of the other. I gave the capsule a shake to see if any artificial snow would descend.

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06/10/2007

Most of today was spent with the fire twins; flaming hair strands and pythons rolled up in chewing gum packets. We managed to discuss the question of mortality while mayflies played on giant tortoises back. I played my music on the turntable inside my head while they pulled rope ladders from their clothing. I spent the evening with Komodo dragons.

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07/10/2007

I was standing on a sabre tooth tiger’s back in the Mid-American tar pits, feeling depressed as a traction engine rolled over my hypothetical soul – which I keep in it’s Sunday best clothes. Despite the old man clinging to my shoulders on the wrong side of the river I managed to tend the flock of sheep plants in their Alpine chill. I then went to a deserted desert to stir the ashes of my dream ancestors.

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08/10/2007

After going to bed tied to a space craft shaped like an electric guitar I woke in the Russian Tundra holding the frozen remains of a woolly mammoth. I pulled the map of a mysterious star constellation from the rim of my hat (itself based on the plan of the Hoover dam) and started a new regime in the shop which had just been swallowed by a great white sperm whale. I went home disguised as a horoscope – which I refused to believe when I read it.

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09/10/2007

Another paper aircraft day, with the part covered by sailboat shadow spent in a bird cage alongside attractive avifauna – every now and then a little plastic man would appear, wobbling but never falling over. I picked up the secrets of an ancient South American civilisation which had fallen out of a king crab’s shopping bag, made a pyramid and then sharpened a razor blade inside it.

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10/10/2007

A busy day travelling along two flight paths at once, when I finally managed to land in two places simultaneously I passed some time as a clothes airer with various items of clothing attached to my first world war ship superstructure. I had a brief respite from the talking winds which I happily spent with paint, pencils and mathematical equations.

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11/10/2007

I disappeared along the nail file track just as the dawn uncurled it’s long tongue. I talked to the female gnome squat at the portals of the adventure play ground and was then suddenly swallowed up into a marsupial pouch. After a short repast with the kind old giant I took a kangaroo back to the land shaped like a prisoners satchel. Unfortunately the koala broke down at the top of the hill.

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My Website – The Same But Different!

I have spent a somewhat frustrating day updating my web site.  I haven’t changed the format – which admittedly is looking a bit tired and will have to be amended sooner rather than later – but I have added a large number of new links to accommodate the huge range of (mainly digital) new art I have produced since the latter part of last year.  One innovation I may regret is that I am relying much more on external picture galleries with only my small works kept “in house”.

To facilitate the development of the site I have what is now identical versions at two different web addresses.  I will work on one while promoting the other and condense into one next Spring – although promoting is too strong a word for my advertising approach which is basically sticking something on the internet and hoping for the best!

Anyway if anyone is interested the addresses are http://www.ionistart.me.uk/ and http://www.ionistart.com

Screenshot from 2014-10-10 21:13:07

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Art Diary: Week Ending 4th October

28/09/2014

My wife and I were on holiday last week so I didn’t bother with any diary entries. I walked between 70 and 80 miles, took about 2,000 photographs (just under 1,300 on two Blackberries and just over 700 on a DSLR and Bridge camera: mainly the latter). I also did approximately 120 very quick tablet scribbles: usually in the evening when my wife was watching something inane on the television.

Glowering Sky

Glowering Sky

Landscape

Landscape

Today, I was unsurprisingly tired and did very little other than import photographs and then amend, manipulate or simple title a handful. I also started to blog again after more than a week.

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29/09/2014

I had a bit of catching up to do in the garden and around the house and then spent much of the remaining day writing. Ditto tomorrow probably!

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30/09/2014

A couple of trips to the vets with writing sandwiched in between and after, although I didn’t get as much done as planned – although I did also did some sneaky digital art work.

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01/10/2014

I worked on the computer from early afternoon onwards; writing, drawing and editing photographs. the morning was spent in the garden catching up with put off jobs.

I am seriously considering selling my cactus and succulent collection after collecting and growing the plants off and on (mainly on) since my childhood. I have so little time now that I have a number of separate artistic careers and I am not growing the plants to a high enough standard. I lost plants recently that I wouldn’t have though possible to lose in the past. I also need a change and additional flexibility in my life so I may grow other plants but perhaps not so many!

Cliff Improvisation

Cliff Improvisation

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02/10/2014

I was out in the morning, although not for as long as planned. I worked on the computer once home – after fiddling around trying to make my spare mobile work for what seemed like hours.

Connecting Up

Connecting Up

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03/10/2014

I went to to town and back in an almighty rush and then spent most of the day painting on the computers. I plan to scan a further 34 sketch books by the end of the year and I hope to start that next week so I thought I would enjoy myself today.

The Artist Before A Mirror

The Artist Before A Mirror

The Yacht Race

The Yacht Race

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04/10/2014

It rained all morning so I ended up spending the majority of the day painting and drawing on the computers – with a bit of photograph editing thrown in for good measure.

Pieta (Or Plan For A Model Railway)

Pieta (Or Plan For A Model Railway)

Scribbled Over Word

Scribbled Over Word

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Weekly Diary

28/09/2014

We are now home from our holiday although I am pretending it hasn’t finished and cherish the lighthouse flashing in my head. Sadly we have come back to the usual loud voices on the other side of hedges and the garden snails of light creeping up windows. I woke as early as an urban child with dreams of laddered snakes and picture block childhood games. June took her blocks (which admittedly are more colourful than mine) to the hilltop station, where apparently she just sat down and smiled, and I took mine all the way to the Cyclop’s screen and eventually out into the bright light of the candy twist garden. June came home to stand on a box which earlier I had filled with blades of grass – all individually coloured and marked with the name of an extinct animal that will soon return.

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29/09/2014

June and I both started the day as clouds, although typically mine were darker. She took her fluffy clouds to town to look into shop puddles and I went in the garden briefly to pretend to place soil in my hat and then put it on my head in the middle of the herbaceous border (which is not looking very good at the moment). I had ascended the one thousand steps to my breathing lungs study by the time June had finally returned with a band of Etruscan soldiers in her shopping bag – despite trying hard not to I let them escape and they ran amok in the guise of very rich men who invariably want more money. In the end Athena (who was plucking her eyebrows as if they were lyre strings) got rid of them for us: immediately afterwards she became invisible again and I put on an ordinary person’s coat.

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30/09/2014

I took my rabbit ears to town with June and Poppy walking in front and behind holding the bow and stern of a ship respectively – in between was just water, which was slowly sinking. Our shadows met again against a cobweb background with an urban spider lurking in the air brick background – I offered it candy floss that I said I had plucked from a little girl tree but apparently it didn’t like entities from an artist’s imagination. I gave another gift to a creature with a cauldron head and then the three of us walked slowly home (unless our home was walking slowly to us). June went out again straight away as she likes to see all the episodes of a series straight after each other and I crept down some time later, taking advantage of the medieval shadows which still exist in the renaissance sunshine.

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01/10/2014

I took a steamboat journey to the fools gold garden – June having gone out with the real thing. I came in when I noticed a pair of antennae growing out the top of my head (I didn’t want anyone to notice even though the lady next door goes to work on a unicorn). After lunch in a bath tub, I poured a landscape in a chalice the Lady In The Lake had given me and went up stairs to work. I had earlier put a blue sky in the backpack of a complete stranger who had come in the back door and then went out the front. He never spoke and I pulled his name out of a hat I had borrowed from a fictional character in a second childhood story. I had connected up all my thoughts into a starfish theatrical scene by the time June had swum down the chimney with her predatory insect shopping.

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02/10/2014

I reluctantly pulled myself out of the vacuum flask bed and after feeding the animals random letters of the alphabet I syphoned myself to the bus stop for a sunglasses journey out of town. I met the lady who cleaned young dragon beds at a halfway way stop – we had a three quarters conversation. I then met the keeper of mythical beasts in his god dog court, we spoke of the changing years which we celebrated disguised as wardrobes; mine still had a mirror on the door although I don’t use it as much as I used to. I caught the bus home, at first in a crowd by myself and then alone in a crowd – I disembarked dressed like a space chorister (who is probably an atheist) and then had to meet a dredger of the imagination which had just left the turbulent river and was looking for a placid lake.

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03/10/2014

I took an early trip to town, holding a map for an entirely different place and listening to the only recording that exists of a werewolf calling out bingo numbers in the middle of the night. I walked past the railway station, which is replaced by a churchyard in my dreams: some people were waiting for a train to come in and others for a train to go out. This is supposed to be the last day of a belated summer and I made an almost lifelike effigy of Socrates from used alkaline batteries while a bat landed in the forest on my head in the middle of the day. A lady was sweeping up music as if it was broken glass as I walked by in bare feet (my shoes were walking a little way behind contemplating the implausibility of eternal life). In front a car jumped the traffic lights.

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04/10/2014

It was raining hard as I took a deep breath through a piece of space plumbing which had landed with a crash during the night; it was accompanied by a robot chimpanzee which turned itself into a lawn mower on landing and cut stripes in what is left of the hair on my head. I am waiting now for the insertion of cats eyes and I will then plug a gap in a nearby A road. I walked Poppy when the rain stopped briefly to tie its show laces and then June let down the portcullis in the afternoon and walked to town dressed like a prickly pear cactus. While she was gone I rolled a timepiece down the stairs and then looked at the dial; nothing had changed even though when I go downstairs every morning I feel a day older. June came back with feathers plucked from a dodo’s behind (the future is the past).

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