idiot boy in his rusty metal shed of cold air.

(Polyvinyl Acetate dreams of a lost summer)

Already idiot boy is running backwards and
forwards between chaos paper flinging blotting
and careful manipulated base metal work..

This is not ideal, but necessary..

I thought about this in more depth whilst sat
on my bench yesterday in town, trying not to
let the heavy footsteps of fat hooves squeezed
into dainty shoes thunder past like accelerated
pigs in knickers running to god only knows (and
cares) where.. distract.
..and you can fuck off screaming into
your plastic hands with your own
self importance..

It won't save you..

it really won't..

this years champion dwarf marigold.

are you connecting the dots?

of course! i know, i can be overly cryptic.

but well done.

have a glass of san lorenzo rioja on me.

... how long will this varnish take to dry??
honestly, it point blank refuses..

i left the two small offending paintings outside
all day hoping the fresh air would somehow help
the process along..

my cat sat on them.

didn't help.

how do you arrange a room around a baby grand piano?

possibly the first or last of straight rambled nonsense
nothing new here then.
do i have to keep labouring these points?

i do not answer telephones.

i do not open letters.

where is the wine?? where is the fucking wine??

oh, there it is.

Warm Gizzard Soup?

I lay in bed this morning considering the parallels between Mark Rothko's application of paint and the stolen vacuum cleaner hidden in Slevin's wardrobe

My theory; as with the radio whose sound takes on a different formation during the nighttime, crackle emphasised..
the scuff and pop at the beginning of the record as the needle gently touches down on the vinyl..
We seem to be changing 'mediums' whereby we place content as 'more important' or in most cases 'main & sole importance'

Missing the actual signifying connection.

The vacuum cleaner, Slevin notes, has a thin rubber band around the base, to stop it from scuffing the furniture and a musty smell, to which a connection is drawn between childhood.. and which is lost on the acquisition of the object.

(I cannot be found in the modern equivalent either)

and neither can the record you loved as a child, purchased on CD from Amazon or downloaded of the Internet..

you have misplaced the content over the medium.

(motorcycle's for Pirsig)

Rothko & the importance of the application of his medium.

That was his connection.

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"I'm wide awake, it's morning" (oil/acrylic on canvas)
(30" x 20" - OK exhibition August-September 2008)



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'I do not respond to latinesque hysteria'

Recent deviations and ill spent time in
abandoned spaces results in..
what does it result in?
Explanations are often discussed as we all
seem to grasp for some kind of understanding,
none of which appears to be found, however
long and hard.. through mistakes and through
success as well.. what keeps mankind alive?
Perhaps the looking alone.

"And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see..

..and I saw"

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The fug of another nightshift clears and it's
back to the abandoned spaces..

..and the face of Jesus in my soup.

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- Ok Studio's - August 2008.


- Ok Studio's - August 2008.


- Ok Studio's - August 2008.

Arch of the Aorta

you're doing very well...

..what?

nothing is making sense again.
one of 'those' .. yeah, we know 'those'

i'm looking at 'figure study i' (1945)
francis bacon.
i like to do that.

nothing else has happened.