Thursday, April 30, 2015

shenanigans at the V&A

























the illuminated structure behind the sculpture is a latex mould taken from the internal supporting brickwork for one of the castings from trajan's column


a dancing trumpeter i'd previously failed to notice ... a V&A casting from the interior porch of the cathedral at santiago de compostella


Tuesday, April 7, 2015

dear diary ...

up just before one ... wide-awake ... peed ... opened neil macgregor's most excellent book about german culture and history ... read three easy chapters ... out of the door at two forty-five and in at work just before three-thirty ... someone else's vehicle had been abandoned in my loading bay with a flat battery ... shifted various trucks then walked around the block with heavy-duty jump leads because a gate was still locked after the holiday ... loaded and got away in just over three times as long as the recommended departure ritual ... first customer was in no hurry to unlock their gate so waited twenty minutes in vain then drove on to the second etc etc and returned to first five hours later ... much much later than that, after the end of an eleven hour shift, took action ... hurried back to putney, legged it down town and enrolled on next term's digital design course at putney art school ... there i'll have a go at making this look professional, not just professional but glossy and slick ...

























... see if i don't !

Sunday, February 8, 2015

3BT

A couple of mouthfuls of cold perry to wash down half a mouthful of very salty Stilton.

Three letters, lovingly written and lovingly sealed, and ready-to-post to lovely people.


At first light, the loved one asleep on new cotton pillowcases, her hair spread wide like a fairy tale romance.

the improvised slide ... i'm expecting him to audition for the burt lancaster role in the re-make of trapeze





















Saturday, January 17, 2015

3BT

The weather changes before first light.  After leaving Reading in a bitter frost, on passing through Swindon, I see from the early train that the roofs of the terraced houses and the streets are white with snow.  At the station itself, large flakes of snow whirl around the lamps and settle on the hunched shoulders of the boarding passengers.

In Wiltshire, arriving in the warmth of their cosy little house, i find my daughter and her two sons glowing with vitality and intelligence.

Back at home in time for tea, discovering I have won six pounds and ninety pence on the euromillions.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

frederick sandys ... showing off a bit !

















































... i prefer the drawing, but the painting is jolly good fun !