Art Diary: Week Ending 26th July

20/07/2014

Sunday and not an especially productive day. I didn’t do any gardening except watering plants (which took an inordinately long time) and I didn’t do any work in my studio either – although I did some art work on the computers and like yesterday work on the tablets also.

Tree Study 1

Tree Study 1

Tree Study 2

Tree Study 2

Tree Study 1

Tree Study 1

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21/07/2014

As we still have to make sure the dog doesn’t chew her stitches I spent much of the day writing on my larger tablet (which is the cheapest by far of the two I use but ironically it is the only one which readily connects to my pc or mac.

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22/07/2014

I added all the symbols to another of the FRAGMENT FROM LIFE paintings (the seventh) as well starting a number of others – I then finished my weekly writing and did more tablet and computer drawing – much more of the former than the latter.

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23/07/2014

Although not as manic as last Wednesday, this was a rather strange and unproductive day. I added symbols to the eighth of the FRAGMENTS FROM LIFE paintings but did little else: partly because I had to go out a couple of times and partly because I rearranged my studio as I am increasingly inclined to the view that I spend too much time sitting down. I sit down at my easel and I also sit down in front of the computers and as I can’t do much about the latter I have resolved to try and paint standing up as much as possible. We will see how this pans out.

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24/07/2014

I was out all morning and early afternoon. From the middle of the afternoon onwards I worked on the computers: writing and painting/photoediting (mainly the former).

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25/07/2014

I carried on with the small FRAGMENTS FROM LIFE pictures with the hope of finishing the symbol adding stage on the entire set by the end of the week – however three works still had a little bit to do on them by the end of the afternoon. I may try and finish them tomorrow; if not I will hopefully finish them on Monday and then get them all coloured in and fully completed by Wednesday.

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26/07/2014

I had planned to carry on with the small paintings but my wife and I went out for a family day (barbecue etc.) so nothing much of a creative nature was done save for a little bit of work on the computer before we left the house.

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Weekly Diary

20/07/2014

I was expecting rain as I folded up one garden and then laid out another picnic like on the Precambrian rocks. After this June and I stayed indoors to let our ears grow long. June spoke to me with a smile pencilled on the notepad paper of her face and I replied by crumpling up a cushion cover to represent the difficult terrain of a famous Boer War battle. Outside a man neither of us knew was talking to himself as he tried to keep his secret safe. I swallowed a painting as June went to town and was still chewing over its meaning when she returned with our lunch reduced to a full stop on a sheet of writing paper. As I wanted a pudding I searched for a semicolon but found only the secret of the universe curled up like an adder under a sheet of corrugated iron beside a disused railway line.

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21/07/2014

I got out of the capsized bed to count the sharks circling a glass of water on the mantelpiece – it was precariously placed and I feared for our collective equanimity. I had a conversation with an invisible friend as animals ate animals: she was bewildered like time and space and I wondered if anything really exists or whether we are actually the playthings of a malicious child or the idle dreams of a bored commuter waiting for a delayed train. I then wondered if consciousness was actually a state of matter like mass and energy, in which case it won’t be long before someone makes a bomb from my thoughts and drops it on a hapless city! June appeared to be thinking along similar lines as she entered the room with a glass of frog spawn which were talking among themselves.

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22/07/2014

June and I spent the night in the hayloft fifteen stories above the house accompanied by a mechanical version of Poppy and a cat that had existed previously as a mathematical theorem (the man with a snow leopard for a hat was smoking a skyscraper instead of a pipe – he later knocked it out on the bare arm of his chair). We both got up as sentries looking the wrong way when the enemy approaches; I put on a hat of live snakes and June pulled a pair of snooker cues and a glass eye out of a pile of worn clothes by the window. I thought the window was just about to whisper something to her but instead the door shouted at the top of its voice to me. Neither of us could make out what it said so I went down the road and asked a complete stranger.

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23/07/2014

June stood on a birthday cliff face that had suddenly appeared on the step instead of the postman to watch me slowly move into the crippled distance studiously following the laws of perspective that we had just invented between us. I shopped like a creature burrowing into very soft earth and then hitting a stone but eventually came home with all the shopping imprinted on my forehead and my hands feathered like a dinosaur holding a greetings card. I found June halfway up a ladder which was sunk halfway into a hole and we greeted in a state of equilibrium – I thought the wall hanging made from twisted aeroplane exhausts was symbolic and then saw a small serpent dressed in a suit of armour out of the corner of my eye. It appeared to be standing in the middle of someone else’s lawn.

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24/07/2014

I shot out of a very large calibre gun (it later told me it was like giving birth) and headed up the road like a fly on a television screen – I did my best to cover the face of whoever was talking but eventually gave up when the chorus started singing. I boarded the woodlice bus (as everyone knows the only land dwelling crustacean in the United Kingdom) and took a partially eaten leaf route to the caterpillar cottage where the butterfly king showed me a finger that pointed at the policeman when he stepped out of line. I went out into the garden alone and immediately found a dragon’s nest with the parachute shaped eggs pointing straight up. I later found the aeroplane they had come from: like all the imaginary objects in my head it was flying backwards.

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25/07/2014

I was a giraffe god silhouetted by a too tactile searchlight as the air raid warden’s truck washed up the road like a high tide. The early starters (who invariably wake me up) had already swished up the same road as new brides for the Bluebeard factories when the bomber formation laboured overhead – it looked very much like the ground plan of a medieval cathedral. Despite the loud silence outside June got up before me and dressed in the very well a spindle had been purposively thrown down (I wouldn’t go down to retrieve it as I don’t like holes in the ground). I dressed as an elephant god to walk the dog (who was disguised as a churn brush and swept the dust on the tarmac into the semblance of a face: smiling when we went out and not when we came back).

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26/07/2014

I stepped down from my totem pole where I had sat between a one horned ram and a three headed baboon. June had been sleeping several miles in the air on a small wooden platform (I joked that the platform was infested with deathwatch beetle and then gave her a jet pack). After a haircut lunch we went out to a pool in the middle of a sea – although neither of us got wet. As is always the case in these situations I was a vampire pirate and chased after both frog princes and mermaid princesses. The new neighbours hung from giant birds and angrily slammed shut the back door in their chests while a wolf girl held captive in the wolf man tower waved a puppy dog handkerchief – the frantically waving castaway on a deserted island was unfortunately hidden by a line full of washing.

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A Much Earlier Weekly Diary

20/07/2007

Today did not go as the Victorian school room of children in my head thought it would. I planned to go out very early in the morning but I was surprised to discover that it was raining so hard the water had condensed into glass containers holding extinct snakes pickled in vinegar. Consequently, I grabbed as many containers as possible, wore a lampshade as a hat and spent the day inside drawing lines inside lines.

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21/07/2007

I went to town before nine, simultaneously as myself and also in a disembodied state akin to a hypothetical Boltzmann Brain. It was a long day as the only people allowed through the temple gate had to profess their intense love of two-dimensionality. Despite this I had time in the evening to tie myself in knots and then pretend to be boy scout when I undid them again.

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22/07/2007

I had a completely free day (most of my days are quite expensive!) so I used the opportunity to repopulate the moat with the salt water crocodiles I found in my cereal packet. I also spent some valuable time learning ballet in the glass igloo where I continue to keep my boyhood collection of safety pins.

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23/07/2007

I went to the board game countryside before walking to non-tinsel town in the rain. I was the ring master when the lion lady came in to complain about the letter she had just addressed to herself. Later, the clown boy seemed to be very concerned about his still nascent relationship with the goddess called Semi-Circe.

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24/07/2007

I started the day with the strong belief I was a slug that had eaten his own lettuce during the night. I pulled in my tentacles, which, unbeknown to me, my wife had been using as clothes airers, and took an Ancient Egyptian boat to town. I called the boat Hilda and held a young swan in my arms.

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25/07/2007

I took an early morning trip to see the volcano that spews out fish. I threw in my money and took home my prize. However, I didn’t have time to enjoy it as I had to go to town to be an extra in the latest Godzilla film – this was the one were the monster discovers religion and the whole world is destroyed in the subsequent fireball.

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26/07/2007

I started the day as an honorary member of The Country Boys and we talked about our next adventures. I felt a bit left out as my only super gift was the ability to pull a horse and cart out of one ear and a headless rider from the other. In the evening I quietly saluted one of my true friends who had the head of a bull and claimed to have known Aubrey Beardsley.

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Art Diary: Week Ending 19th July

This is last week’s art diary, posted rather late I am afraid.  Because of pressure of work there are no photographs although these will be added separately a.s.a.p..

 

 

13/07/2014

Most of this Sunday was spent outside; either on a reluctant shopping expedition (my wife and I are taking it in turns doing this as one of us has to be home to keep an eye on the dog) or gardening – with the cricket commentary on the radio probably annoying the neighbours!

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14/07/2014

I have returned to conventional painting again – although not in my studio as I had to work in the living room looking after the the dog when my wife went out. I stopped when she returned and went back to digital art. Hopefully I will actually be in my studio tomorrow.

I am adding simple symbol sequences to the small FRAGMENTS FROM LIFE paintings I started earlier in the year – in now seems like an age ago.

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15/07/2014

I still haven’t got into my studio but I have continued with easel painting: as yesterday adding symbols to the linear strands in the FRAGMENTS FROM LIFE paintings. I am working on several at the same time but actually finishing one a day – in most cases the symbols and shapes will need painting in.

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16/07/2014

Practically no creative work done at all today as I had to rush the dog to the vets on several occasions, necessitating four separate taxi rides (money!) as she had a too tight bandage on the leg she was operated on and then she had a too loose bandage and then some of her stitches came out…..!

A miniscule amount of digital art on the computer.

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17/07/2014

I was out in the morning and then painted and drew on my tablets in the afternoon (my wife went out and I had to keep an eye on the dog – with staples replacing stitches! – in the living room).

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18/07/2014

I actually worked in my studio today! Like earlier in the week I added symbols to the FRAGMENTS FROM LIFE PAINTINGS; I have finished this stage on six of the twelve works.

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19/07/2014

No oil painting today and I spent much of my time drawing/painting on one or other of my tablets while watching the dog – who slept most of the time!

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Weekly Diary

13/07/2014

I imagined the house as a crouching hunter being stalked by its prey as I went out astride a shopping list; eventually coming home as a shoal of shopping pursued by sharks. The afternoon was spent in a sherbet dip of sunshine with voices emanating from large stones cast down by the fleeing giants of a very strange man’s imagination (some say they are only half the size they used to be but I believe they are actually much larger). I knew it was time to come in when the invisible cat started to lick up the heat like milk: June was half woman and half soft drinks when my shadow strung a rope bridge between two very tall mountains. An old friend who calls himself Japanese Knotweed spoke in rhizomes as the fisherman allowed himself to get caught by the fish.

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14/07/2014

I held onto the gantry as the rocket under my feet slowly ascended into space – incidentally the space was shaped like a kitchen sink and all matter was washing up. I called my thoughts flowers and picked the brightest ones to put in a bouquet to give to June; in return she gave me a hat from which a spider monkey hand emerged – it shook the cushion shaped like a koala bear but refused to shake my own hand which was curled up by the fireplace with the dog. Outside the stomata window the green landscape breathed, to me looking like restless legs under a duvet. The Play-Doh dog jumped onto the sofa using Pegasus wings while I listened to the vernacular speech of cricket commentary emanating from an over ripe plum and June went to town carrying a pack horse.

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15/07/2014

I got out of the thermionic valve bed inside the transistor radio bedroom too early – I felt sure I had seen sounds all night but later assumed it was the cries of a person trapped in backward moving time. I noticed that the spectral figure that emerges from the laundry basket when a car snakes its way down the road had made a cross on the dressing gown universe: there are two hanging from the door which leads to the deep vacuum of the bathroom – I always wear the pink one. I went down stairs immediately after a procession of weasels and stoats, touching the plimsoll line of the hallway as the house tilted so the old man made entirely from unwanted clothes could turn it into an observatory and watch the stars – even though it was daylight and clouds were hanging still in the sky.

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16/07/2014

I had planned to paint like a sun lounger on a hot verandah all day – my ears had been growing to spaniel length in anticipation. However I found myself wearing a B movie face and leading a wagon train across the Wild East instead. Poppy had a balloon foot and was hovering under the ceiling before we went out. We got back with the hand shaking bandage of an Egyptian mummy and I then went to town with a bag of severed limbs and a shuck of corn. On my return Poppy and I had to go out again, office staplers hanging from our ears and a small piece of sea mist wrapped in a paper towel in my back pocket. We came back sitting on tea trays: mine had a map of the Isle of Wight with tourist attractions clearing demarcated and hers had the lines of a runway unearthed in the ruins of Pompeii.

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17/07/2014

I got up as early as a false dawn, going up the hill cross legged on a flying tea towel as June pushed tasting fingers into pastry. I caught the bus at the place where I had seen myself in different lights and then stopped off at an urban woodland to take photographs with my bare hand and then the sole of my flip-flop. I carried on with my journey, watching people made from electricity light up and then grow dark again before meeting the solar king in the grandiloquent shade of his bungalow. I came home with a typewriter T-shirt, allowing glove puppets to write words and watching closet vultures climb the ventriloquist dummy air currents. June wanted to go out before the Venusian weather took hold so when I got in we touched rather than talked.

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18/07/2014

I walked down the pimple lit corridor, carefully modelled on the hind leg of a long horned grasshopper, carrying what I thought was an anthropomorphic representation of the day to come – the day then insisted on getting down and walked off using the sprue from a plastic kit as a walking stick (the kit looked like a Douglas Dauntless from the Battle of Midway although I may rebuild into a half man half bird figure at prayer in a deep blue light). After a junior member of the flying crane clan had been and gone June went out dressed in souvenir tea towels and I watched over the dog like Argus in designer shades. I thought I felt the presence of a model who had appeared in an early issue of Vogue but when I looked round saw only the curtains playing strip poker in front of the naked window.

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19/07/2014

I went to town wearing donkey ears as I couldn’t find my sun hat (June jokingly said it was in the pocket of my rain coat). A compass made intersecting circles on my back as raindrops as big as buses lined up to drink by the river’s edge. I decided not to stay to count hands with combine harvesters for thumbs or feet with writhing snakes for toes; coming home instead by the shortest route – where I saw Royalists from the English Civil War shuffle down the same path as me – luckily they didn’t see me wearing my Oliver Cromwell T-shirt. By the time I had got home June had closed the door on the windmill people and was cutting shapes out of the mnemonic cloth of the day. Strangely the day stayed dry and in the test match of my mind a new batsman came to the crease.

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A Much Earlier Weekly Diary

13/07/2007

I walked the walls of a medieval city wearing a hat that came down to my knees. As the day progressed I spoke to statues while my wife struggled through tunnels of cloth. We came back riding bareback on metal maggots – hers was called Achilles and mine was called Hector.

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14/07/2007

I came out of the sad mists of time to take the jester’s road to town. An assemblage of total strangers cut the day into manageable slices as “Pixie-head” (my name not hers) hovered at least six inches above the ground. I was just about to proclaim the apotheosis of time when a coconut fell on my own head.

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15/07/2007

I emerged from the bowels of the bedroom later than planned (some time in the 25th Century). During the main part of the day I had to struggle with alligators while rain clouds dressed as morris men danced overhead. In the middle of the last act a previously unknown character entered holding a wrist watch.

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16/07/2007

A long day which was stretched like sellotape across brown paper – the chorus line had to tear the tape from their mouths before they could sing their well known songs. I pulled a thought bubble from the top of my head and kneaded it into a rough map of the Isle of Wight.

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17/07/2007

I fluttered my wings early while hanging in a clear plastic bag from the bedroom ceiling. I then returned to writing secret messages on the back of postage stamps – which came as some relief. Later, I walked at least half a mile with an old fashioned galvanised bath hanging like the Sword of Damocles over the top of my head. It was only when I touched the door handle that it inverted.

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18/07/2007

When I looked in the mirror to comb my hair I was mildly surprised to see three of me, one of which being only four feet high. I thought it was a shame there wasn’t two of my small self as they would have made a nice cruet set. I shook the mechanical spiders off the top of my head and the mirror transformed into the image of a hero of D-Day.

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19/07/2007

I opened the curtains at ten to eight, just in time to see Diomedes throw his spear at Ares, I closed them again and waited for the petals to fall. I worked in my rabbit cage all day, clothed as it was in coloured silks and buzzing with the remembered voices of my past. I professed my love as the day sailed away.

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Art Diary: Week Ending 12th July

 

06/07/2014

I had a stream of pet related odd jobs to do today, then a few moments painting on the computer and then my wife and I went out for a family meal. A miniscule amount of further digital painting and blogging done in the late evening.

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07/07/2014

Not a brilliant day! For a variety of reasons. I didn’t do a great deal of creative work either although I did manage to work on the computers for some time. Actually looking back I did actually do quite a bit of work; most of which I am not particularly happy with.

History Painting

History Painting

The Desert Island (Hidden Self Portrait)

The Desert Island (Hidden Self Portrait)

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08/07/2014

Out and about a lot today. When I was not out I was painting and drawing on the computers.Our dog’s aspirate needle test came back negative but the vet still wants to remove the lump (I’m not totally sure why) so she is scheduled for surgery for Friday.

Cloud Study

Cloud Study

The Moment One Thought Became Many

The Moment One Thought Became Many

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09/07/2014

A late start but I spent much of the day writing and painting on the computers (although there was a bit of belatedly watering plants). Next week I am going back into my studio; initially to finish off some works I had started earlier in the year – much earlier in the year! – and then to start some new sets of work (including local landscapes and a new series of Ionist drawings).

Two Birds

Two Birds

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10/07/2014

I was out much of the day; working on the computers (writing and painting) the short period when I was actually home.

Sky Mother With Sky Child

Sky Mother With Sky Child

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11/07/2014

Our dog Poppy went in for her operations today so there was not much time to work. Typically I did find time to produce a little art work on the computers. A degree of disillusionment has set in with digital art, although I have much more to learn and will continue with this process. I need to start exploring my painting software (I use MyPaint) rather than the general purpose image manipulating and painting program (Gimp) as a modicum of standardisation has crept in – anyway, all being well, I am back in my studio next week.

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12/07/2014

A lot of dog nursing and little work. Much of what I did do was done on my larger tablet – this was actually the first time I have done much work on it. I have had a Samsung seven inch tablet for a little while (bought with the aim of keeping in my pocket while out and about although I have seldom done this) but the larger one was bought more recently and is decidedly cheap and cheerful – however it has proved to be entirely functional.

 

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