Solipsism goes from the very last relative thought mode and into the next. A form of possible insecure dealing, because everything is unsecure and flighty. What we make of ourselves, is what we become, beyond the melodrama and chaos.Read More
In the distant past, as Geisha’s wear their faces, white powder was desirable. But what is white good at if not finality.Read More
The plenipotence of the table and chair, make writing a letter at the table, a fugal force to its very utile devices. Its function is to serve us, to sit upright and comfortably, as if watching Beethoven’s Fifth Concerto at the theatre.Read More
If there were a pure filtered glass of water in front of you, you would enjoy it all the more to know it is the result of a purist new modern world.Read More
Therefore if I were to take a building, out of pure function alone, I would want to line things up. From the outside in and simultaneously: inside out, accounting for services, construction; but lining everything up: calculating to perimeter lines, superior absolutism and end points to the edge.Read More
Cup to Coca-Cola.
Freshways milk, sugar tax:
Whole, 3.5g fat, 2.2g saturates, 4.3g sugar, 3.5g protein.
Semi-skimmed, 1.5g fat, 1.0g saturates, 4.5g sugar, 3.4g protein.Read More
The way we behave is driven by how we think and feel; what we believe, what our values are.Read More
Raptures in blue
Determined in colour
Frivolous loadRead More
Creativity is without doubt all you need to be an architect, and I have it in bounds. To make spaces, through plan, elevation and section is exactly what makes me tick. There are few other vocations where one can get to grips with 3 dimensions of creative space other than sculpture and installation art.Read More
We associate our lives with memory, but all too often forget to build a bank of memories for the future. We live by childhood memories but forget, it was our parents who made them happen, so we should thank them. We live with adult trauma, of losing those innocent experiences, playing games and forgetting our minds, ourselves, and our lives. Where are we now? For it will be even harder to grasp that pain if we do not deal with it today, through meditation, through governance of our minds, and through self-control. Helping others is a key to helping ourselves, but do not forget to express your inner emotions as you talk to your friend in the coffee shop.Read More
The vernacular holds gross reckoning over and beyond, tactile vestigial building. The vernacular is after all a protagonist of old; functioning, yet outdated, reasonable, but outmoded, and untouchable.Read More
The rhythm of Christmas Humphreys sang in my mind, was it not for the moist damp conditions. I shone my torch silently, on the text. The fuzzed glow of electric light blinkered on and off. I gave the torch a shake, until a piercing white light circled the pages.Read More
It was a cold, dark, chilling winters morning. The fish were biting the ice of the cool, crisp, froth of the mediterranean sea looking for food. Waves were crashing in and out of the harbour pontoon. The fish would swarm, darting in and out of sight. Ab'ram would spot one and never let it leave his vision. They were fine that day, except for the fact the anchor had got stuck on a rock. He scurried for a machete and ushered Isaac to the end of the boat;Read More
Leader on war
No progress yet
Just fighting on
Do not throw stones
You live in glass.Read More
MAPS IMAGE GODS LOVE.
A crowded street
Free of obstacles
A view through,
A crowded street
Free of obstacles
A view through,Read More
There are many forms of spaces within spaces, including: cupboards, shelves, draws, mouse holes, and the concept of negative and positive space, within a house. But we are not too interested in the smaller spaces, as long as they are neatly tucked in, yet a tea-pot in a kettle conjures the concept we are after. A negative space would be under a table, and a positive space would be the space on top of it for which it was purposefully built.Read More
God Imaging Faces.
What is a rose? If not a face? What is a petal? If not taste? What is kind, if not the mind? What is gentry? If not a Century ago.
What is a rose? If not a face? What is a petal? If not taste? What is kind, if not the mind? What is gentry? If not a Century ago.Read More
Places and Spaces I've been, (Byrd.D, 'Places & Spaces', 1975, Blue Note, USA), include towns, cities, the beach, but there is something majestic about the dopamine fuelled forest; expounding oxygen, and magnifying magnificent magnitudes of flight, scabrousness, furfuraceous, scurf, on the ground, and a gradual gradation grinding up the trees, and letting go of buds, seeds, caps, and leaves themselves, for the trees speak to me; and then I switch on the radio.Read More
Colloquy of detachment detailed to breathe stark blizzard storms. Racing the eye for tranquility, alien invasion. They are at once blessed and defiantly proud to be American, so iconic of where this world has gone hey wire over lost inclusion to create cheap inclusion of many. Martha I govern you, Martha I reign supreme. So effortlessly and effervescently spring like, yet only nature could overgrow mans intervention with rage, passing the buck into simple materialistic dualism. Concrete complete.Read More