Richter scales

Originally posted on stitch this:
I feel like a property developer, I have so may blogs. So many houses within which to live and write and paint. And I like it that way, I need space, I know that now. So, I’m keeping this blog – I reread this post tonight and it has reminded…

Archive

I sometimes catch myself at rest,  I see an older woman,  I’d like to say I see a dish  but I am only human.  I sag, i bag, my skin has folds,  I’m not sandblasted, taut.  I’m showing life upon my skin,  at times it has been fraught.  But this line here is from my…

on being counted

ok, how are we all today? the last day of 2016, a strange and momentous year in so many ways. I am mulling over the implications of the macro political and economic shifts, really I am, but lets face it, that’s a bit too high brow for my normal posts isn’t it? But I have…

Its only words…

So, we are approaching the end of 2016 and i am thinking about what I have doe, not done, learnt, ignored, lived, regretted, loved….you know the drill. I may well post something specific but i. The meantime I have been thinking in particular about how to stay p[ositive, motivated and focussed. I lose my drive…

Blog psychology

Blogs are demanding. They tap their watch and sigh deep. They wonder if you really love them. They feel cast aside, They can’t sleep. They just want to be loved – They are needy. They never assume they’re ok. Theres only one way to placate them: And that’s posting every day.

Anthropology three: world traveller

Now, did I remember my socks,  The ones that will save my life.  The ones that I went and bought specially.  With the elastic that cuts like a knife I know I shouldn’t be fretting,  The things won’t fit in my bag  but when you are a World traveler there’s more on your mind then…

Tap

I have mastered the art of dual motion I expand while contracting, resist while inviting. Apart. Always apart. Even when a part. And I angle for those fissures: Points where the sharp can see. Try to hold up a light to the crack Without drawing attention to me. The contradiction is not lost. Only a…

Haiku

Now guys I am not about to teach you to suck eggs by which I mean I am not going to give you the definition of a haiku. By now you know that when I use the title for a post it’s always an oblique reference at best. No, today’s little missive is a sort of…

Anthropology 2: art student

I lost my jacket, heels and case i left them way behind. I cut my hair and changed my spex, become another kind. I left the ranks of the well paid I missed the Budget speech, I said goodbye to 9 to 5… It all is out of reach. ‘These days I google concept art i…

Moving

So, I’m off to Japan in just over a week. It’s unreal to think that I’m going to be fulfilling what is a lifetime ambition. It feels like eons ago when I first started researching the possibilities, and at the time it felt so impossible, so unreal that it was just a pipe dream. And…

Cask

wine improves with age…that’s what we are led to believe. I find it’s lure is disappating tbh. I’m looking at the foothills of low to zero alcohol intake with a sense of adventure and, dare I say it, anticipation. Parkinsons and wine are not easy bedfellows. To a certain degree, teetotalism is an anathema to…

Dot dot dot

Sometimes we use code to communicate. We use familiar shorthand and we can miss details as a result. I have recently started a Visual Communications MA course at the University of Stitchopolishire so expect to hear my garbled thoughts on the subject in the future. I am intersted in this idea of lost information and…