Thursday, 7 October 2010
Sure as eggs are eggs
So I'm back in Asda, the store detectives still watch me for my anti Michael Jackson protest. Anyway, I stand looking at thegg morality test. They all are same just packaged differently. It is up to you whether you think you can slink through the check outs without being spotted purchasing openly factory farm eggs or if you proudly display your organic free range, take the 'just' free range, an admission of relative poverty yet an awareness of 'issues'. The next bit is the journey to the carpark. Pedestrians and drivers of modest cars can bow thier heads, clutching thier factory box, they are poor, hungry, societys problem. The organic free ranger has to run the gauntlet, swerving as if toward the escort whilst the jag awaits behind. Where do you fit in? the fucking chickens behind the workshop broke in the other day, shitting everywhere, I loaded the air rifle before escorting them out. Thier death would have been on Gods head had he not intervened! See how he feels with them gate crashing his big pearly bastards,
Back to Today
After 3 weeks of illness and digressions in to childhood, '70s pop culture, Skreeworld is back. All bloodtests clear, still got the ultrasound scan to go but I'm returning to reality, well the holes in my head that light, sound, smell etc. in are all opporating functionally, disentangled from nostalgia. Work build up towers over me, the furniture for Pitt is nearly done, the pieces for Bath loaded. Today I saw a peregrine, a sparrowhawk and several buzzards. The Ivy flowers provide last pollen pockets where red admirals, bees from the hives behind the workshop and stray flies and hoverflies amass. Autumn seems to come so quickly these days. I see Tracy is moaning about arts cuts after her threats to leave for France last year for th 50% tax threat. You can't have it both ways.Art will continue whatever just as sex and love will, maybe not the orgies of recent times but perhaps a time of more considered work may emerge. I can understand, even as an artist, albeit one who has never benefitted from state funding, that our premiership of culture ma pass for a while yet wouldnt you do it anyway? had you the need? maybe not. lets see what emerges.
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
Pig Lady is a beast
Friday, 1 October 2010
Newsnight Russel Brand
Before it hits YOU TUBE and gets watered down, watch Jeremy Paxman talking to Russel Brand on tonights Newsnight bbc2, a great moment of contemporary culture
The Water Tower
It isn't all that complicated. Where I grew up the major structure, the most magnificent thing in my are was the waer tower. It was not easy to climb, only someone madly committed would try. It became my eyrie. The place I wet to think. When I was12 m mother died and I went up there to be alone. No one could get you there. You could see all across the city. The journey involved getting over a pipe 15 feet off the ground, a spiked fence across its girth. Then from its base a spiral starway throug wind, height, fear, then in to the barrel, sanctuary. The top. My nest.
My next work is a model of the Tower and a book about my spiritual connection to this piece of architecture. My church.
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