Art Diary: Week Ending 23rd August

17/08/2014

I meant to spend this Sunday gardening but wrote all morning and then went out with my wife in the afternoon. If gardening is an art it is not getting the attention it deserves!

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18/08/2014

I spent the morning watering plants and catching up on essential gardening jobs and then scanned in drawings all afternoon – a very tedious job. A bit of computer art later in the day before blogging.

The Search For Understanding

The Search For Understanding

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19/08/2014

Another morning in the garden and another afternoon scanning drawings.

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20/08/2014

I had to go out for part of the day but carried on the rather onerous task of scanning drawings for the remainder.

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21/08/2014

All day scanning early drawings and pulling my hair out. The two activities were connected as a large chunk of drawings had to be scanned several times as I didn’t have the settings right!

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22/08/2014

I was out all morning (gardening for my father) and then spent the afternoon recovering(!) and working on the computer: manipulating and digitally elaborating photographs – this being the main form of creative expression of my alter ego; although he does a lot of work at the two extremes of this art form: i.e. photography and digital painting.

Writing On The Moon

Writing On The Moon

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23/08/2014

My wife and I went out in the morning with me coming home early to ostensibly do some gardening but ended up (as is often the case these days) creating art works on the computer.  Oh well, that is another week that didn’t go quite as planned – although I actually created more art works than   expected.

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Weekly Diary

17/08/2014

June got up early, leaving the child’s pencil box to draw on the sky in the far horizon. I got up a little later, dragging ideas like a limp rag doll behind me and worked in the poorly lit turret of a Fourteenth Century castle for the rest of the morning. It was perched high on a cliff, although the cliff later changed into a writing desk with plastic soldiers lined up at either end. I wrote sentences as if they were sandwiches with a variety meanings in between – not all the meanings I liked and I swallowed hard when I found out that in some worlds two shadows cancel each other out. I worked in the doubly dark shadow until June returned and after a lunch of artificial fish scales we took Poppy out for a long walk. We went to the lakes where I threw something in and someone else threw something out.

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18/08/2014

I followed the strand of barbed wire out of the labyrinth, emerging into the amphitheatre daylight with questions in one hand and answers in the other – unfortunately I still can’t bring my hands together. June was asleep with early Christian lions when four wheels rolled by the gate looking for a car to attach themselves to; I christened them pilgrims and wrote a play in my head where god looked for god and still couldn’t find him. I tried to recall an ironic joke I had made in an earlier life about rows of empty suits of armour lined up on the battlefield near where all the warriors were buried but June came down the stairs before I could fully remember it. She had a photograph of the Bridge Of Sighs, saying that some time ago she had missed a trip to Venice because of a bad bout of sunburn.

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19/08/2014

I woke up in Atlantis by mistake; unusually June had swum out of the bedroom door earlier than me and was dressed in crockery as she did the washing up. She wanted to go out before the giants that make up most of the writhing horizon on days like this came too close. I had to strain credibility and then clean the Jainist temple in the garden before coming in to work in the tiger’s den with the young antelope of my early imagination. The choir master who had asked to stand by the middle door still had no choir and we both mused on the vagaries of luck as the Owl and the Pussycat’s beautiful pea green boat sank in the distance and the man who arrived everywhere by accident was proclaimed king – although some time later the Queen sued for divorce.

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20/08/2014

I held on tightly to the rigging as the old fashioned sailing ship I had constructed in my head during the night slid down the rented stairs; I passed June on the way, who by then had partially metamorphosed into a lump of ancient looking masonry. It had an early Sumarian script inscribed on one side which by the laws of paradox means it must be modern – I have long held the view that if something can be scientifically proved beyond a shadow of doubt then it must be wrong (I am currently working on a new theory of evolution based on the workings of a dandelion clock). June and I stayed in the land ship all day watching the plumage of the sky catch the light. I thought in feathers and constructed a town from sand and ostrich eggs, some of which were cracked.

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21/08/2014

I started the slipping on a banana kind of day by tripping over an apple core. I blamed the apple as it wasn’t wearing its glasses. I then took my own glasses to town so they could watch me having my eyes tested by a girl in a gold gorilla suit. She said she held all the secrets of humanity and I didn’t disbelieve her as the shadows on the far wall reminded me of a medieval joust between two telescopic cranes – the one holding part of a house roof won with the driver of the other escaping through the chimney he was carrying. I came straight home after the dark room test, meeting June on the edge of a mirror and seeing both her and myself change into masts on a sailing ship marooned inland. I felt the sadness descend again but she said she didn’t really like the sea.

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22/08/2014

I got up as early as the morning would let me (it is of course the gatekeeper of the day); waking June, who was asleep on the sail of a dimetrodon, before leaving. I caught the bus – which I likened to a large synapsid of the Early Permian – and followed the collective footprints of a family of walking stones across the glacial plain. I met the ice god in his warm room and we talked in almost straight lines until he left by an almost curved route and I planted Pythagorean plants in the non-Euclidean garden. I took a qwerty route home across the keys of a piano, walking up the C8 front path earlier that expected with a poem in my head – although I could eventually only remember the start and the finish; the middle having metamorphosed into a kaleidoscope of purple emperor butterflies.

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23/08/2014

I opened the gate of morning although, as has been the case quite often this week, June went through it first. I stood link a weak link in a chain until all the other links broke and June and I went out for a meal. We chose a tent in the Atlantic ocean for the venue as we didn’t want to get wet in the approaching rain. The porpoise waitresses let us jump through hoops and then June recracked the enigma code as I balanced a ball on my head which I pretended was the world and then an egg which I said was the end of the world. June continued to swim round the shops when I came home to police points of light across the outstretched hand of a dry river bed god. I stopped when it clenched its fist and then painted scenes from the Old Testament on the inside of my finger nails.

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A Much Earlier Weekly Diary

17/08/2007

I went out very early, as ancient mariners have to. On the way back to my yo-yo home I discussed the life style of early hominids with the anthropomorphic dawn and carried a model of the empire state building (complete with fully animated King Kong) in a supermarket shopping bag. I came through the door with my pre-birth exam results and a wrist watch that gives the time in fourteen different languages at once.

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18/08/2007

I was in a Wild West town for most of the day, smiling at gunslinging baboons and hoovering the “half a horse town” saloon. I came home quickly, holding a message from Mount Olympus for an exiled Juno. After signalling to Road Runner I went out again to lie down in a vegetable lasagne as the candles were blown out one by one.

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19/08/2007

I felt today was a bit like a sandwich with a semi-sentient filling of Marmite in the middle. I paced around the bridge of an underwater helicopter for some of the time – having made a pleasant start winding lengths of tape round the mummified remains of ancient heroes. The evening was rather disjointed and I came home as a paper handkerchief – which my wife used immediately to blow her nose.

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20/08/2007

A heron caught in the first shards of dawn kind of day. I rolled about in a tin can until it was picked up by several smiling goblins. They had parched pyramids for hats – each with something like a furry sea urchin on the end. On the way home I was certain I saw several loaves of bread riding horses on the horizon.

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21/08/2007

The day split open like a nut hitting a rock, I climbed out of the space capsule to meet a prohibition gangster. I then made wings from cricket bats and flew to town. On arriving at the big spider’s house I was surprised to see David the pirate walking his own plank. He laughed as he showed the soap girl his dirty photos. The plank became a lolly stick and the baby ate pizza and spaghetti shapes.

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22/08/2007

I held on tightly to the umbilical cord of multidimensional time as I skipped to town, the playground characters gradually disintegrating as the jigsaw pieces fell apart. When I walked into the Nordic banqueting hall I could just about detect the remnants of yesterday’s conversation. As always in this sort of situation I pulled out an old rag doll and blew flowers into it.

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23/08/2007

I went out early to see the old bearded godman who holds up the world while Hercules looks for magical oranges. There was only a short gap – like a modest sandwich filling – between migration flights. Later while tending the lunar llamas on the revolving space station I resolved to find a new reptile skin to grow into. The only one I could find was a python masquerading as a street lamp.

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Art Diary: Week Ending 16th August

10/08/2014

My wife and I went out for a family meal so no art work and perhaps more pertinently no gardening done either. Typically I am behind with everything.

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11/08/2014

Not an especially productive day. I have continued with the daunting task of scanning my sketch book drawings – which incidentally were seldom studies but rather small spontaneous art works in their own write. They were once assigned to various pseudonyms (initially Manfred Wing, then Peter Rabbit White, then Simon Hattrick/Simon King and finally Peter Rabbit White again – very confusing I know but the stories I wrote about them were even more so) but have now been taken over my my other self (who was previously called Peter Black so there is a kind of symmetry developing). The new me is actually doing far more work then I am.

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12/08/2014

An uneventful day spent mostly scanning drawings – although with a lot of interruptions, some of which proved to be very time consuming.

Object In A Landscape

Object In A Landscape

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13/08/2014

Most of the day was spent scanning in graphite pencil drawings; most were from the Noughties rather than early pieces. I want to scan most of the A4 and under sketch books this month and possibly some of the loose sheets next. A2 drawings will have to be photographed and A3 will have to wait until I get an A3 scanner.

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14/08/2014

All day with the youngest members of the family. I got home and then fell asleep while they made cards with grandma. I reckon I am very out of condition (assuming I was ever in condition!). Nothing done of a creative nature done save for a little photography (done when I was running to hide or when I was running to catch up!).

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15/08/2014

I had to go out in the morning (visiting family and friends) and then painted/drew on the computer most of the afternoon. I still haven’t got much energy and could have slept all day – I reckon I need to go to the gym: or perhaps I will to walk to the convenience store at the bottom of the road and back!

The Search For Understanding - New Realisation 1

The Search For Understanding – New Realisation 1

The Search For Understanding - New Realisation 2

The Search For Understanding – New Realisation 2

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16/08/2014

I planned to do spend the day gardening as the forecast was good but ended up going shopping in the morning and cleaning the turtle tank in the afternoon. A bit of computer art after this and then a bit of blogging after watching the cricket highlights! I have perfected the art of putting things off!

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Weekly Diary

10/08/2014

June and I woke with small items of Victorian jewellery – I would have preferred something that looked more modern but I admired the craftsmanship. I got up first like a piece of cling film peeled off a hot hand. June got up soon after, brushing the small trees on the skyline and descending the stairs wrapped in a dress modelled on tangled strands of DNA. We both went out to lunch with cameras hidden in our eyebrows and doggie bags of words (June had eaten all of hers before the meal had even started but I had a few left for when I was alone later in the day). The waitress had a sword which she unceremoniously threw in a lake before we had finished our meal – almost empty plates tied up in conversation within the ungulate shadows of antelope on the less than great plains.

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11/08/2014

I started the day with a note pinned to my chest like a sheriff’s badge. I resolved never to read it as I pictured in my head a caveman floating in space. June came in the back door with an armadillo instead of the dog just as I threatened to measure the morning with a metal ruler. I noticed she also had a note as she joked that she had met a person with several Christian names but no surname; I would have replied if the man next door hadn’t parked a zebra in our shared drive. Everyone should know that the Earth is shared by all life (with mankind getting more primitive by the minute). Strangely a little while after this June thought she could hear a cat crying and I went upstairs to paint a picture of a choir with clock faces – all but one gave the same time.

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12/08/2014

I got up as an echo although I still have no idea who made the original shout. June was sailing in her own personal silence which I didn’t feel able to intrude upon and the dog was in the transcendent state that only the other animals can reach. I pulled on the rope and the ancient ship left its moorings, all the strangers on board looking back instead of forward – I would have criticised this but realise I have been doing much the same recently. June went out, following her own slipstream, and I ascended the stairs in the nebulous state necessary to work. A semi-imaginary man who I nicknamed The Man In One Of Saturn’s Moons said he would blow me into smoke rings and I replied using only the spaces between words – several of these he caught and the remainder I had to catch myself.

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13/08/2014

June went out again, declaring that everyone in the world was actually her as she did so. I pulled a baby universe under my cosmic wing and settled upstairs like a blanket tucked in around a convalescing child. I worked in the past all morning, having put the present in a trinket box along with a guitar in the shape of a scarab beetle and a compass that always points to the south. June came home a short and long time later saying that she had caught a rainbow that had been resting on her forehead. We put it in a jam jar and then watched as a very old tree climbed onto a passing cloud and sailed away thinking of all the acorns it had shed. I went back to work in the torpedo tube of a Los Angeles class submarine mulling over the fact that all my acorns are in my studio.

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14/08/2014

I polished the Byzantine mosaic in my vaulted imagination just before two further representatives of the butterfly people came to the door – incidentally the door was in the shape of Celtic cross having changed from a loaf of bread in the night. The insect people went out with me coming up behind like a striped abdomen and finally overtaking them with tennis rackets for antennae. We kept to the white squares on the way in to the commercial centre church and then the blue and red on the way out. We later met the sand princess on the third floor from the sun and then came down again as a shower of dust – I could write my own name when I laid on the ground like a dried up river bed; nearer the loom band horizon was a set of animal tracks: a long extinct family going home after a day out.

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15/08/2014

I left the house early with a race track tongue; I could hear the engines revving as I boarded the walking bus. I got off sometime later with wheels instead of legs and met the king mechanic in the pits. He remarked that he had found another direction a little left of North and I promised to go there sometime soon. After a spell talking to imaginary tribesmen in a lunar crater I met friends (who were dressed as purple and orange pandas) in their coffee cup cottage – the thatch reminded me of a meteor shower as it cuppied down to hear us more clearly. The crazy paving patio frowned with wet cement as I muddled up the future and the past and then went home in the present. June was talking to an unknown Pharaoh went I came in and we greeted each other on the wall of a tomb.

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16/08/2014

The man standing on the scaffolding surrounding an empty space (the house had moved sometime in the night) waved as June and I walked to town using feet we had borrowed from uncredited pilgrims in the Canterbury Tales – I was planning to give mine back but I think she wants to convert hers into vases after I said flowers were beheaded plants. I didn’t stop in town very long, coming home along the ridges of a crocodile’s back – I extracted the mail from between its teeth before entering the house. I was disappointed to find that the latter had changed into the bridge of a spaceship as I had just pressed my Captain Nemo suit. I went upstairs to work knowing that the Nautilus was safely moored in my head – even when a man with paddle steamer for a head knocked on the front door.

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A Much Earlier Weekly Diary

10/08/2007

I got up quite suddenly when the bed turned into a toboggan and hit a tree at the bottom of the slope. I felt more tired than when I went to bed but reluctantly pulled a weasel out of my hat and rode it to the local shop. I then pushed a mast into a loaf of bread and sailed down a previously undiscovered river which I named the Esmeralda after a gypsy girl I know. I got all the way home and then remembered I had forgotten the milk.

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11/08/2007

A day when I hardly stood on the ground at all, preferring to walk on scaffolding – much of which I built myself. After a moments thought I decided to call my haversack Janus and closed my eyes while it kept guard. Even so, I knew I was making a mistake when I prized open the King Fox’s mouth so I could pull out a string of chickens.

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12/08/2007

The garden was a helipad hand lying languidly on the bare ground. During the clear plastic evening I spun like an old fashioned record deck while the sitar players slowly propelled themselves into fold down boxes. The woodpecker demigod tapped out the cleaning hours.

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13/08/2007

After the ritual ceremonies initiated by the druids in the wardrobe, I walked to town several inches above the ground, only touching down when the phases of the moon dictated. I rode the biggest slug in the world around the edge of the galactic dish before throwing flower petals at the girl with a shield bug for a head. The evening was code named violin face.

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14/08/2007

A bad day; even the octopus, who sits on my shoulder in lieu of a parrot, thought so. I rather reluctantly descended the rope made from laddered tights into the medieval pits where older people wrote quotations for the young. I should have popped in to see Alexander The Great on the way out but didn’t. I eventually came to regret this.

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15/08/2007

I battled with monsters from the cut throat razor dawn to the serving girl’s apron dusk. I opened the single eyes as they fell on the doormat and kept a trowel in my top pocket so I could bury the bad news. The periscope in my top hat refused to see ships as I balanced a thirteen storey block of flats on a matchstick. The cigarette in June’s pocket recalled it’s meeting with Socrates.

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16/08/2007

An old fashioned nice day (which I don’t seem to get any more!) – I have heard that sentence before somewhere! First, the ancient Greek columns, each holding a lump of used chewing gum, needed dictating to. I then dusted my collection of dinosaur footprints as the fat mouse climbed the cat clock. Outside, Bugsy Malone took part in another fight – which he partly lost.

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Art Diary: Week Ending 9th August

03/08/2014

I spent a large part of the morning gardening plus a good part of the afternoon (although with too frequent pauses!). I came in during the later part of the afternoon to work on the computers: drawing/painting, photo-editing and uploading work.

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04/08/2014

A frustrating day with the entire morning spent watering and then I came in to write and ended up continuously moving between my studio – where I did the rough pencil stage of a new landscape painting – and drawing/painting in my study. I wasn’t very happy with any of the latter pieces although quite a few were attempted.

Landscape Between Two Different Times

Landscape Between Two Different Times

Banana Sculpture

Banana Sculpture

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05/08/2014

I did the rudimentary pencil stage of a second landscape painting and also reworked part of the one I did yesterday quite early in the day. I then spent two or three hours in the garden before coming in to ostensibly write. I didn’t get on very well with the last named and ended up painting and generally fiddling around on the computers – making me even later with my literary blogs this week. It is hard to believe but I used to be extremely disciplined!

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06/08/2014

It was a wet start to the day and I got into my study comparatively early to write. Apart from a number of domestic distractions I spent most of the day there, catching up with writing and related tasks. Very little painting of any kind was done despite my intention of starting the pencil stage of two more works this week.

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07/08/2013

I was out much of the day, not getting into my study until after three in the afternoon where I edited photos and painted ( a little bit) on the computer. Hopefully drawing in my studio proper tomorrow.

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08/08/2013

After a bit of gardening I painted on the computer all day even though I intended to draw in my studio. Talking of drawing I really must try and get more of my sketch book drawings scanned: the oil pastel and crayon ones at least.

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09/08/2013

A day which comprised of plant watering in the morning and then going out for a meal with my wife and then come coming back to fiddle on the computer without doing anything constructive.

I wanted to install Seamonkey on my main computer but despite typing in the correct instruction in the Terminal nothing happened – back to the drawing board. I have got it on my old mac so it is not life and death at the moment.

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