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"I see little point in persisting in a discussion with one so obstinate as you" Martin White

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Rock Tree



Perhaps inspired by the great David Hockney's stunning watercolours of the Yorkshire countryside, this is a combined effort by myself, Martin, and Mary - done on the train to York, on our way to see Phill and Steph for the day. Needless to say, their face gives this image a certain necessary poignancy.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

stupid policies



Chris has been doing some interesting ranting, over here, about all that politics and war stuff. It kinda coincides with my thinking, yesterday, while I was potting up some lovely tropical orchids for a client.

Simon Jenkins, ever perceptive, has managed to drive home some really good points – even in amidst praise for the wonkified David Cameron. The whole thing is worth reading, chiefly because he’s sensible enough to point out that the whole talk about terrorists being a threat to western life and civilisation is ludicrous hot air.

Indeed, the greater threat to our whole "way of life", as societies and cultures, is going to come chiefly through our reactions to the existence of violent extremism. So much of what is being done in the name of a war on terror – that difficult and spoilt child - appears to be doing damage to ourselves and to others. It isn’t in the capacity of middle-eastern insurgents and alienated youth to be able to somehow endanger our very nation in some total way, and certainly not when compared to the psychotic and misguided actions of the administrations of nation states themselves. The conduct of the middle-eastern wars, led by politicians in denial about their own lack of perception, is stirring up hornets nests of new problems for their peoples. The tough talk and revisionist approach to civil liberties of western citizens traps some in a terrible limbo, and the lives of the majority are curbed by increasing surveillance and restriction.

Terrorism hasn’t increased to the extent of rhetoric, except in the regions where wars and occupations have been conducted, despite the hysterical talk of some politicians. I sincerely hope this, as Jenkinds brands it,"stupid foreign policy", and, indeed, the reckless approach to home affairs, is going to be marginalised with the advent of new leaders. For all our sakes.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

It's all in questionable taste



Last week was a final family holiday, before I move out again for the big city life of Sheffield. I did feel kinda awkward and out of place with them, and ended up wandering around the cliffs and bays. There was some very attractive seaweed that I ended up painting portraits of, and turned them into mementos of my trip - trying to catch some of the odd feel of Lizard Peninsular. Click on the images, entitled SPIRIT OF CORNWALL:



While I was away, the Mercury Music Prize was announced. Now the Arctic Monkeys are great, but there's no way they made a right decision this year. Sway, Thom Yorke, and Hot Chip were all more deserving. Anyway, it's time to announce my own PL Alternative Prize. And this year, it's.......

......Silent Shout, by The Knife, for being so completely insane and having a constant range of sharp beats to hand.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Getting away.



This is kinda how I felt, the other night. I'd just got into another spat with my younger brother, and huffed upstairs to get out the way. I set about pulling down all the half-finished pictures on my walls, as a first start on packing. It's only a few days till I'm going to Sheffield, and I'm ready to go now. I'll be glad to get out of here, with so much untracable guilt and so many demands on me, and seek some more adventure and life in the city of culture. Hey, it's not going to be THE PROMISED LAND, but it's heaven compared to being stuck here. How's that for a mixed metaphor? So I just wave off, with a bit of a relieved smile. I need to be in study, in a place where I can get into everything arty, close to my girlfriend.

But first I must pay my dues, by joining the household on a familt holiday. I'll turn it into a romantic sketching jaunt, like the up-and-coming gentlemen used to do with thier lady companions, and it might even be fun. I'm taking Miracle of the Rose with me, by a guy called Jean Genet. It's such stereotypically French stuff, intense and packed with feelings, almost laughably so. At one point two of the prisoners encounter each other in thier chains - the eponymous protagonist and an angelic Harcomone - and Jean sees roses growing around them, and approaches Harcomone, who nearly swoons over him. Homoerotic prisoners - yes!

Sunday, August 20, 2006

snakes on a plane!



I'm pleased to report it really did live up the hype. There was so much snake action, so many colourful ways to die, and so many dregs of the cliched B-move lines. "I need you to be strong". Funnier than any comedy film around, you definately need to enjoy this flick. My three favourite moments were:

*Anonymous guy going to the toilet, and having a snake jump out of it to bite him on the crotch, as we flails round with an extra long appendage.
*Camp steward grabbing a snake, showing it in a microwave, and exploding it in a little ping of bright red.
*Samuel L. Jackson's FBI cop finally losing his patience and yelling "That's enough! I have had it with these mother fucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!" to cheers from most of the audience.

A triumph! Well done to all concerned.