Tag Archives: art

Rust Never Sleeps

Posted on May 29, 2011 by

This is part of my collection of corroded metal that I pick up from on the beach.

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Conceptually Intact

Posted on May 24, 2011 by

Is one of my favourite expressions; I’m keen on art that is conceptually intact because it’s usually good (thoughtful, at least) and also the phrase has the note of Pseud’s Corner about it and that is arch. When I was … Continue reading →

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The Blog goes ebay

Posted on May 3, 2011 by

James Shepherd, Stoke fan and snowboard shop owner, has redesigned the cover for The Final most smartly as below (not the finished item, I’m going to paint my own red and white Rothko version for him do his typographical wizzardry … Continue reading →

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While I waited for Dylan

Posted on February 10, 2011 by

I was standing by a factory tapping my feet in a puddle and looking down at my reflection tonight while Dylan refused to budge from sniffing a most compelling piece of wall. The smell of the factory in combination with … Continue reading →

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Tate Modern via Motorola

Posted on December 19, 2010 by

I love the low tech of my Motorola and I’m advising everyone to see the field of sunflower seeds. On a day like today when you need your overcoat and scarf in the turbine hall in order to stay alive … Continue reading →

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White on White

Posted on November 21, 2010 by

I went looking for an image of this painting and found it on the front page of a google image search from off of this very blog. What can it mean?

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M Raffles* est en le prowl

Posted on May 21, 2010 by

I mean it’s naughty, but it’s one of the crimes you simply have to admire. A false beard, a pair of bolt-cutters, three sleeping security guards, one Mayor forced to admit that the alarm system has been wonky for a … Continue reading →

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Helen Chadwick

Posted on March 9, 2010 by

I suddenly had the thought that this blog is a bit phallocentric (when I first heard that word at Art School I thought it was something they had made up) in it’s representation of art. I’m not totally sure that … Continue reading →

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This is not a rain dance

Posted on February 23, 2010 by

This is the blog’s first foray into hosting the naked form: I am posting in the hope these ladies are doing a fertility waltz to hasten in spring – snow is great but this boring sleet is beginning to dull … Continue reading →

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Giorgio Morandi

Posted on January 7, 2010 by
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