Wednesday, 30 September 2009

That Time of Year

"Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can."

Saturday, 26 September 2009

Inviting Critique

Trying to write an 'Artists (fucking) Statement' still. But an honest one. Any opinions welcome.

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Statement

My pictures are always about reasons for living. Whether they show dreams, certainties, realities, fantasies, they have one thing in common: how to keep going in a world that is (and always has been before) becoming increasingly detached from any concept of spontaneous delight.

When I see something that makes me laugh, or think, or smile, or cry, I try to remember it, and sometimes take a picture. Sometimes they are thought about beforehand, othertimes in hindsight, and sometimes during the moment.

There is nothing special about what I do, except that I keep doing it, thinking it, and doing it again. My approach is always one of innocence. And I am lucky enough to have had a broad and amusing education: (child, climber, mountaineer, factory-boy, tramp, lover, poet, novelist, luthier, musician, painter, labourer, conservator, abseiling-medieval-sculpture-conservator-with-bells-attached, businessman, father, madman... among others). There is always something interesting in the world if you learn enough about the world first.

I use any medium that comes to hand. Sometimes for practical reasons. Sometimes to spite all the practical reasons. Any reason, so long as it gets to something that means tomorrow is viable.

I am allergic to bullshit, yet still remain a gentleman, a state of affairs which I am still old-fashioned enough to think important.

And I am definitely not 'cool'.

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Pomes and Pics

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Take care all Dx

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

Find X



Well it made me giggle which was devoutly to be wished. Keep safe all. Dx

Thursday, 17 September 2009

The same old

kill yourself etc

I was thinking very positively all evening. I thought through all of the things it would take to get back to work, doing what I do best.

The emotional cruxes started the negativity. Always bad to work with your best friends, especially when they've bailed you out.

So you start trying to think of ways to work that don't impede them.

And then you hear the litany of "kill yourself" repeated ad nauseum in your ear.

Well, I have the antidote to that, and always will, so fuck off Mr Kill Yourself. I have 3 small boys and a wife upstairs blissfully asleep, so fuck off fuck off fuck off.

I am fine. Just in a bad place, temporarily.

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Vote For Me!

A Second Look

I meant, vote for the picture you like best.

www.secondlook.org.uk/

Monday, 7 September 2009

Still Here

Just living in freshstartville. All previous deleted.

Dx