Monday, 2 October 2023

The Return of Skreeworld

 Indeed it has been a long time since Skreeworld was running at full force. We brought you creative outlooks on the reality we operate in. We brought you photography of the surrounding world. We brought you a detailed breakdown of our breakdown and our journeys in and out of psychosis. we brought you two novels the second of which became so complex and sprawling we were unable to complete. This was due to our serious mental illness and the sectioning under the mental health act of the main protagonist, Skree often referred to as Peter. We brought you so much.

But then silence. Pedriodical photographs were posted. Unable to communicate we began an ongoing project to study the moths that were spotted in and around the stairwell of the flats where we live. 

I was able to submit photographs of these using  an iphone. But first my main computer was stolen by crackheads, then its replacement disappeared under similar circumstances. Then finally as my furniture business collapsed I dropped my camera and I was reduced to poor quality photographs from my phone. I returned to furniture making creating standard, arts and crafts style work for the wealthy rural market of farmhouses and suchlike but none that represented my own personal aesthetic vision. During this period my mental health was rarely stable and punctuated by periods of depression, extreme anxiety and occasional psychosis. But now it appears my doctors have finally got my medication right and I am once again able to continue.

Skreeworld blog has been an expansive description of my creative work, philosophical thinking, study of moths and all else that comprises my experiences as a human being. Now I am able to, once again, take you on my journey and the other collaborative Skreeworld project. So welcome back to any old followers and also to any newcomers to our work.

Skreeworld is a strange and exciting place. Fuck! Its good to be back. 

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Sunday, 2 July 2023

Claire, my partner, got her emphysema diagnosis about four years ago…

Claire, my partner, got her emphysema diagnosis about four years ago. We both know that this is a condition that does not go away. Like many of our generation she has COPD due to the smoking, homelessness, sitting round wood fires and other life style practices. In her case working in a dry cleaners didn't help either. If you google it you read that the average lifespan post diagnosis is five years. It has been hard for her not to succumb to the addictive behaviour that has been a constant problem throughout her life. About two years ago she was offered an operation to help her quality of life. A new treatment where the damaged areas of the lungs are snipped and sealed leaving the more healthy areas to work more freely. We were prepared for this. We knew it would be a difficult time for Claire and I would have to do a lot of caring for her as she recovered from the operation. But fate had other ideas in store. Over the last year Claire had lost about three stone in weight. She had found a lump in her throat. She had no energy. Stool tests revealed blood and blood tests are looking like something is seriously wrong with her. Her lifestyle hasn't changed making all this very worrying. We are currently awaiting the results from various tests but until she has these issues resolved and is strong again the Royal Brompton Hospital will not go ahead with her lung operation. She is terrified. All I can do is offer my support and promise to always be there. Two years back I had a cancer scare myself after some X-rays revealed sclerotic lesions. The doctors all looked flustered and fearful before I was passed as ok so I do know that the standard process is to let you get scared and then relieved. So nothing is known yet. However with the weight loss I think Claire may have cancer. I'm terrified myself so it's not a surprise she can't sleep. After three or four nights without sleep we all become paranoid but no tablets that we have are strong enough to knock her out. I love her very much and I'm not sure how I'd survive without her. But for now I must stay strong and reel off the usual philosophical inanities.



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