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I abandon

I have to admit I always thought the depiction in Herge’s Prisoners of the Sun to be rather daft; given that the Inca were an ancient civilization whose main god was the sun. I think they might have known more about eclipses far earlier than Europeans?


Being able to predict the location, duration and spread of eclipses is fascinating. The solar annular eclipse in 2021 seems rather grand in shape; as all the solar eclipses near the poles seem? Apparently though most years have two solar eclipses there can be as many as five. Unfortunately the next time that will happen will be in 2206.



Apocalypse of thought.

In Viktor Shklovsky’s 1916 essay, “Art as Technique,” he states that art’s aim “is to make objects ‘unfamiliar,’ to make forms difficult, to increase the difficulty and length of perception.” Through difficulty, through impeded progress (rather than through predictability and velocity), art offers us a return to apprehension and thought.


The less there was to see, the harder he looked, the more he saw. This was the point. To see what’s here, finally to look and to know you’re looking, to feel time passing, to be alive to what is happening in the smallest registers of motion.

Point Omega Don DeLillo re: Douglas Gordon’s 24 Hour Psycho

stop making sense

It feels like a lifetime since part of the ‘art world’/London art scene or a functioning ‘writer’. Xmas downtime allowing old habit fall as it may perusal of ‘culture’, led to these two manifestations of ‘art’.

Would have seen this back in the day [17 years since Tate Mod opened!?]

Sensation and the everyday merged.  There are no more answers [if there ever were?] just a continuous stream of irrelevant questions, now that anything goes.

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Identity in Space

A very well thought out hypothesis. A personal favourite scene in this film. We could do with more considered critiquing of art and film.


I watched this bitter sweet Storyville last night. I visited Loch Arkaig about 25 years ago. I never nearly died, but the film touched a nerve. Perhaps just bank holiday blues.

This is a film about dreams, inspiration and the resonating power of hope.


2014-2015: 21. The Lost Gold of the Highlands




A great site documenting the markers that make up the Prime Meridian in London. I am hoping to cover some of the ground next week. Most probably don’t realise that there were at least three meridians over the years through Greenwich.


Some artworks are simply inspired, and should remain forever. But then the idea/memory remains. The simpliest ideas are often the biggest. Poetry.

life’s a beach


Or so they say. I do miss the abstract patterns mad by the tide on the beach. Not quite the same on the tiny sand banks you get along the Thames if you are lucky to be around when the tide is out.

It has always fascinated me that the movement of the water and the consistency of the sand have to be ‘just so’ to get these patterns. Nature is the best abstract painter/sculptor.

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Running the entire tube network to raise money for Alzheimer's Research UK and War Child


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A curated glimpse into a world of infinite beauty and creativity.

The Woodring Monitor

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Jacket Mechanical

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Discovering London

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