Art Diary: Week Ending 25th October

19/10/2014

Not a great deal of creative work done. A few hours of digital drawing in the morning and a little photography in the afternoon during a family walk. The rest of the day was spent in the garden – which is highly commendable of course considering the state of it but most of my time seems to have been spent walking backwards and forwards carrying plants.

In The Bath With The Light On

In The Bath With The Light On

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20/10/2014

I was out in the garden (which still looks a mess) in the morning and then didn’t have a massively productive afternoon drawing and writing on the computers. Although the number of titled photographs and digital work is inexorably mounting up!

White Rabbit Out Of A Hat

White Rabbit Out Of A Hat

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21/10/2014

My wife and I were going out for the day but with extremely inclement weather forecast we decided to postpone the trip – typically it never rained (very strong winds though). I worked in my study: finishing off my weekly writing and painting. drawing, photograph editing etc. on the computer.

Ball In The River (Portrait Of Xenophon)

Ball In The River (Portrait Of Xenophon)

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22/10/2014

A very late start. However I scanned another sketch book (the first of the week!) and did a bit of work on the computers – not as much as planned though.

Minimalist Study

Minimalist Study

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23/10/2014

I was out in the morning and (as is almost always the case these days) I worked on the computers in the afternoon.

Odysseus And The Sirens

Odysseus And The Sirens

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24/10/2014

A relatively large slice of the day was spent creating a promotional e-leaflet to send to galleries etc.. Typically no attempt was made to actually send it to anyone! I also scanned two more sketch books (as I have doubtless mentioned before this is a particularly onerous task!) and produced a fairly large number of digital art works.

It's Funny How Memories Come And Go

It’s Funny How Memories Come And Go

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25/10/2014

My wife and I went out for the day; although I came back in time to do a bit of creative work on the computers plus my usual blogging. I even managed to scan a sketch book! Strangely for a trip out in nice weather I took very few photographs.

The Life Of A Robin Who Came Back As A King

The Life Of A Robin Who Came Back As A King

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Weekly Diary

19/10/2014

I picked up a flag left by a fleeting shadow and unfurled the table to put it on. June was hovering several inches above the ground with the aim of getting even higher in the afternoon. The young lady next door, who had an ice cube for a hat (if I had been in a more lugubrious mood I would have called it a metaphor for hope) was shouting at her partner for building a house out of silence. This was after I had wanted to furnish our house with chords of the C major scale. June walked up until she was at the bottom of our road. I meanwhile proclaimed the garden a section of outer space and promised to buy myself a space suit in the new year; I went quickly up it stabbing at the ground like the small flame that stands guard in a gas boiler and shook hands with a reproduction Venus De Milo statue at the top.

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20/10/2014

Having decided to spend the night in an electric kettle I woke amid steam (actually water vapour) with a peering face looking at a tea bag which was learning to swim in a fish shaped cup. The toaster is purportedly learning to drive and I expect to shortly live in a house whose contents are more gifted than me – unless I already do. I had to go into the garden to catch up with my other self before other people do. I tucked my moth wings into my jumper when a number of people walked up the drive with mountains on their shoulders; I tried to calculate which peak would be the hardest to climb. June descended a flight of stairs from the small cloud that is hovering in our front garden holding the body of another dream that had died in the night. She believes in heaven and I believe in reincarnation.

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21/10/2014

June and I woke in the middle of the English Civil War. We were both getting ready to follow the long tresses of a Seventeenth Century wig when the weather closed ranks. We obviously both sided with the Parliamentarians and postponed our journey. June had wanted to walk barefoot on Eleanor Cobham streets and I still hope to see the Rhine Maidens gold (even though it is supposed to have been stolen). I cleared my throat like an arthritic old man clearing snow from his front step and spoke to a stone figure the had been left by the back door. It had a hole where its stone heart would have been; I considered it the last piece of the jigsaw I have been piecing together all my life. June, Poppy and I then followed a path inside the longest coat sleeve in the world – we never saw the longest arm.

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22/10/2014

The house walls were made from grey feathers and I peered between barbules as a centipede came up what would have been the front path if there had been a front gate with its voice in a bag thrown around its neck. I fumbled about inside the bag for some time but never heard a sound. June had gone out while I was occupied wearing a golf course and shopping for a hole in one – I said it was a condor but as she didn’t know whether to look up or down I also called it a run away train with Casey Jones at the controls. As I did a family of spiders came out of the flats opposite apparently having been frightened by a large human in the bathroom. I went back into the house with streamers from a medieval illuminated manuscript issuing from the hole in my side.

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23/10/2014

I got up in a morning masquerading as night and left the house in the coal scuttle dark. I had to wake June before I did so as we were expecting a knock on the door: as it turned out it came later in the day via a skeleton holding a pile of clothes and having no knowledge of what to do with them. I met the King of the Day (who according to the Oxford English Dictionary is also the King of the Night) and we spoke of sea crossings as if they were scratches on the bonnet of a vintage car. I pulled a sewing machine out of a pocket in between front and back and sewed myself home. Where I changed the brightly coloured buses (in the past black and white horses) a group of children were busy holding up a sign – unfortunately its message had been erased by their parents.

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24/10/2014

I called out to two tiny figures that grew larger the nearer they got to the horizon. I don’t think they heard although the man with a double glazed face waved and a person delivering a fancy dress costume grew a very long moustache – I found out until later it was a young lady. The costume was for a young boy and was modelled on King Kong climbing the empire state building which itself was modelled on an iceberg sinking in the middle of an ocean after colliding with a ship. I saw the statue without arms again when I pulled a dream out of my sock drawer (I never wear socks so I have to put something in it). It had a white dove on each shoulder and a rook on its head. The rook had only recently arrived back from the houses of parliament.

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25/10/2014

The bedroom was full of very tall trees when I woke with a jolt (I think on hearing a monkey eating eagle cry). The trees were spaced about a foot apart which made dressing difficult and I designed clothes that would grow on me like fungi – I didn’t know where to put the stinkhorn mushroom so eventually turned it into a hat. June in contrast woke on the high desert plains and had a good view into both her own and my past. She was going to dress in regrets but I persuaded her not to. I said the galaxy was in the shape of a bowl of porridge and I looked into the cutlery draw for a spoon as we watched the dining table disassemble itself into a flock of birds that slowly took off. We left the tree house briefly in the afternoon to follow a path that circles the train station – a train went in and out.

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A Much Earlier Weekly Diary

19/10/2007

It was a cold morning, which I spied from a telescope held the wrong way round. The ships moored up against the garden fence were covered in hoar. I took a newspaper to town, crumpled it for a couple of hours and then returned garlanded with dolls holding hands. The evening was spent in one of those places that bridge the real world and an alternative one. I came home in the cold – the ships were moored in anticipation.

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20/10/2007

From the stick man’s observatory I parachuted quite early into a new reality. The flotsam and jetsam communicated telepathically and the music concert was interrupted by the involuntary cancan dancer. I gave her several words to sit on and she packed my lunch box with dried moss.

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21/10/2007

I looked out from the canopy of the spitfire mark five a bit later than planned. I made myself even later by stuffing a fully functioning weather station into my spare pocket. I then spent all day moving the green damsels in distress that populate the nether regions of the purple world. As I didn’t have to paddle my canoe along one of Titan’s methane rivers during the evening I built a new town in an old armchair.

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22/10/2007

I was expecting to put on my armour and mount the old war horse early enough to join the caterpillars in their interstellar foraging; unfortunately I was late and missed the boat to the island where the trees communicate with dog barks. Poppy, the collie/policeman cross had dropped all her leaves by the time I got in.

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23/10/2007

I stood up and stepped out of the page far too early in the morning. I found the cat inside the television and I turned him over. The kittens were practising the Indian rope trick – June was lighting the filter end of her cigarette and smoking it . I was late going to the dentist. When I got back I put a balaclava on the ceramic guard dog and pretended it was a terrorist.

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24/10/2007

A busy day. I soon found out I was the only human not on stilts and I ended up having to run through the melee like a clockwork mouse. I soon spied the clockwork cat and went home with artificial kitten food. Once in the ice palace I placed the feeding bowl on a blue and red kite and went to work in the clouds.

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25/10/2007

I was out in the morning; fired by a bow into a haystack. I got out clutching a handfull of needles and sped home by centipede bus. I spent the middle of the day in a whirlpool; getting giddy and pulling an unknown Shakespeare play out of a hat. I wore the hat home.

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My Life In Art

My Life In Art

My Life In Art

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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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