Art Diary: Week Ending 18th October

12/10/2014

I divided my time between gardening (mainly moving potted plants about) and drawing/painting on the computer. Most of the odd jobs I had set myself never got done!

Mother And Child

Mother And Child

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13/10/2014

Poppy (our dog) seems to be unwell again and is finding it difficult to go upstairs – it looks like arthritis unless she had pulled a muscle. We will see how she is tomorrow and then take her to the vet. Worrying about her upset my plans for the day and I spent much of it painting/drawing on the computer.

Comic Strip

Comic Strip

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14/10/2014

Poppy seems a bit more comfortable today and is navigating the stairs marginally better. My wife and I went to town and had a meal midday day (after a few minutes on the computer) and I was late getting into my study to work. I meant to write but spent most of the time painting. The plans for this week included scanning two sketch books a day and returning to easel painting in my studio. Nether have materialised as yet.

Two Women With Beach Ball

Two Women With Beach Ball

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15/10/2014

Another late start after finally managing to get some of my domestic jobs done and then to town and finally into my study to write this and a lot of other things.

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16/102014

I was out in the morning and worked on the computer in the afternoon. Not scanning images as planned but creating art works in a variety of styles. Most of my digital work like most of my drawings done at the beginning of my career in the Seventies are quickly completed spontaneous pictures.

Me In Africa (Square Sun Series)

Me In Africa (Square Sun Series)

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17/10/2014

Practically all day was spent working on the computer, mainly painting and drawing plus many photograph transformations. Quite a lot was done. I loosely categorise my transformative work – as distinct from paintings and drawing which start from a plain background even if I superimpose images and ideas over the top – into altered (photographically like colour changes and digitally like shape metamorphosis); painted (where I use the image as a template to paint into or onto) and elaborated (where the photographic start images is embellished or transformed into something else.

Landscape Found At The Back Of The Sofa

Landscape Found At The Back Of The Sofa

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18/10/2014

I went out with my wife in the middle of the day for a bit of shopping and lunch with painting and art work uploading before and after. I never got as much done as planned and managed to side track myself on too many occasions. I did however get a sketch book scanned: the one and only of the week!

Ravine

Ravine

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Weekly Diary

12/10/2014

The weather wasn’t as bad as promised in the dolphin only television channel I had watched as a toy fish. June went out with Roman lady from the early years of the Republic and I worked on the moist tongue of the garden before the doctor arrived in his bag (the garden refused to say ah). I had returned to my under wing study some time before June came home wearing a werewolf mask – I took it off to find she had a werewolf head. She howled like my conception of a Nineteenth Century politician while I made a coffee in the discarded boot of a one legged man. By the time we had both gone through the hold of a merchant ship sunk in the Second World War it was too late to go out for our walk. I painted a picture with a green sky and blue grass and the dog became a Red Indian shaman.

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13/10/2014

June and I were worried about Poppy, who couldn’t climb the stairs with her usual Anubis ease – although by the end of the day – when Diomedes had suddenly remembering his meeting with me before his battle with Ares – she had improved (we may still have a fight in the future which I am determined to win). I found it difficult to concentrate and visited a land where eyes form forests – they close in the winter months. June later told me she had visited a city of knitting needles where all roads are yarn. Diomedes returned in the evening with my best friend Athena: we all now believe that effect comes before cause and I pictured my maternal grandfather (who I never met) thinking of me. I was woken from this reverie by a giant lobster entering the house by its imaginary sea door.

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14/10/2014

June and I went out for a shopping bag meal. I pointed to the sky with saguaro fingers and she touched the ground with her desert shoes. She stayed in town after our meal of Tower Bridge eggs and River Thames chips (she also had doggie bag ham – Poppy who appears much better likes to share her meals) while I came home with the aim of writing like water but ended up painting like the surprisingly slow electrons in an electric light cord. The bulb hanging from the ceiling would eventually become the sun above striped pyjama fields and a second, or even third hand lake. The sky god protege in my head talks like rain and reasons like a deep lake – rivers supposedly issue from this and find their own way to the sea even though I haven’t yet heard back from them.

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15/10/2014

I talked with the sea sage turtles about spirits coalescing at night (using the bubble language we had invented between us) and then went to town with a small canoe round my middle. Try as I might I couldn’t find a stream to launch myself into. This was despite the glasses I was wearing turning conversation into strands of words and the man who talked backwards turning himself into a lost Leonardo manuscript. June was hoovering up television programs when I left the house and was knitting new ones when I returned. We both watched a programme about future antiques while eating a helicopter landing pad lunch; I joked we would find ourselves on it one day and would have laughed if a lady hadn’t rung wanting to climb into our gas cooker – I pretended it was actually electric.

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16/10/2014

I got up before the morning had pushed a note underneath the door and expected us to read it. June followed me downstairs with a globe for a head – I thought it looked a bit anachronistic, especially as it still included the outline of Atlantis just south of the Isle of Wight. I left the house as a Ptolemaic sun looking for another Earth to orbit. I later met the king (who moonlights as a king maker) and we spent some time together in the shade of a hedge which I would eventually trim into the shape of a pair of stockinged legs: they kicked in a cancan routine as I left to come home with one compass eye pointing north and the other due south (my mouth was a gyroscope keeping my tongue and vocal cords permanently parallel with the ground as it was in the time of King Alfred the Great.

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17/10/2014

I spent the day as an unknown continent (although the sea that surrounded it might have been a distant memory); marooned ideas lapping up on my multifarious coasts – incidentally in my imagination all beaches are made from bright pink sand. June had left the house early to explore other worlds in a ship made from hair bands and powered by someone else’s imagination. This left my continents’ indigenous animals to evolve into unique forms – I was particularly struck with the kangaroo that burrowed in the ground and a tree penguin that existed on a diet of HB pencils. I worked all day inside a can of tomato soup creating organic shapes from geometric beginnings and then attaching words to images as if they were autumnal leaves in a world of reversing time.

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18/10/2014

June and I woke inside pyramids (I was puzzled why hers was slightly larger than mine and would have mentioned something if Poppy hadn’t rode out of the bedroom on a camel). As the clouds were shaking each others hands – as distinct from wringing their own which is a sign of rain – June and I went to town to get some paper bags to store molten lava in. We had a meal in a restaurant that is now shaped like a briefcase (purportedly once used by the Queen of Sheba on one of her business trips) but once looked like a cave cut into the shape of an Apollo capsule. Unusually as June was planning to go shopping later in the hold of the Marie Celeste we came home together. I was carrying a tree that Charles the Second wasn’t able to climb and she had some bricks to start building a space ship from.

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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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