If I remember correctly or even better go on Wikipedia. Negative space, in art, is the space around and between the subjects of an image. My mind is immediately drawn to white and black, landscapes, roads, skies, backgrounds of all description. Is this negative space pulling the subjects into focus demanding closer inspection of them?Continue reading “Negative Space”
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Ten O’Clock
It’s later than ten and I am still trying to figure out how I am different from before. Assuming there was something called love that happened and that this thing can be untangled from the rest of my life, I would be looking at the time before this happened to see how I was then,Continue reading “Ten O’Clock”
Cathartics
Not to be confused with Catholics On our TV we hear comedians gather in groups and say words about things that we think is nice for them to get a chance to air their lives in public. Cathartics. In the newspapers we hear stories about how a child survived cancer and worse and this isContinue reading “Cathartics”
Holy Duck!
It’s time for me to do some writing. I don’t know what will come out of this but I intend to give it a go. My recent attempts at varying my output all seem to have fallen on deaf or dumbfounded ears while the standard of blogs I have been coming across has been veryContinue reading “Holy Duck!”
Wordplay, Humour, Good-Taste
Little, by little the chi, leaves me. I am out of yin and yang. Pranayama does not help me with reiki while Asana tea tastes nice if followed with chakras for dunking. Ha haha. As you might have guessed I am taking up yoga, fitness and meditation and am slowly taking on board new vocabulary.Continue reading “Wordplay, Humour, Good-Taste”
Somewhere…
I am here but music takes me somewhere…I am here and music does nothing. This is just a short passage or two on music. I am here writing this and realising that both statements are wrong. I can’t speak for you but when I put on a tune I stay exactly where I am…physically inContinue reading “Somewhere…”
Big Up The Christmas Tree!
Right, It’s time to dust off those branches, shake down those fairy lights, big up the angel and get that Christmas Tree ready. If you haven’t noticed its soon going to be Christmas. This annual event is the biggest celebration in the Western Calender and spans 2 days December 25th -December 26th. In churches, theContinue reading “Big Up The Christmas Tree!”
Wheres the Party At?
Did you today or ever get that feeling that the party, wherever it is happening is not here, where you are, but some twenty miles away out of earshot, sight and in secret from you except for the thousands of revellers out there having the knees up of their lives and the times of theirContinue reading “Wheres the Party At?”
Get out your Schlong! (and sing along)
It’s Christmas time again. Time for champagne breakfasts with smoked salmon on crackers- if you’re that way inclined or just an excuse to spend more time with loved ones doing the things that make Christmas a special time of year. Did you know that seventy percent of the money spent in pubs and bars happensContinue reading “Get out your Schlong! (and sing along)”
A False Positive
Imagine you get the call one afternoon. Mr Brinkworth. Thank you for coming for your HIV test last week. We have the results. It’s positive. Imagine that you had never even been for the test! What would you think then? Your name was on the blood sample sent to the laboratory. Your name was onContinue reading “A False Positive”
I'm bilaterally deaf, schizophrenic, autistic, talented individual. I can see you thinking...What was his day job? Well, I am a qualified systems engineer and i worked in computers. To be honest I can't remember what I wrote in my bio which I deleted. I write I draw, It is my goal in life to be anything but facsimilia. I believe life is duodecimal, you live you die, dark. Some call this depression and indeed I am a depressive schizophrenic. To be something is a great thing-some call it drosophilae syndrome(to be studied), a term I coined myself. As I appreciate in words as I get older sometimes it helps to remember what it was like being a child with drosophilae syndrome where the other is to be seen. This is why I draw and write. 