Saturday, May 23, 2015

about agnes martin .... i've painted on grids and will do so again, so i've always had a regard for agnes martin's asceticism without the foggiest idea of where she hoped to lead me ... i think walter de la mare tried to put his finger on my kind of spiritual blindness



















































this next paragraph from the end of olivia laing's article in today's guardian ...


"She wanted to be buried in the garden of the Harwood Museum in Taos, near a room of paintings she had donated, but New Mexico law forbade it, and so in the spring after her death, a group assembled at midnight and scaled the adobe walls with a ladder. It was a full moon, and they dug a hole under the roots of an apricot tree, placing her ashes in a Japanese bowl lined with gold leaf before scattering them in the earth. A beautiful scene, but as Martin knew, “beauty is unattached, it’s inspiration – it’s inspiration”."



http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2015/may/22/agnes-martin-the-artist-mystic-who-disappeared-into-the-desert

http://www.annarieger.com/project/25/agnes-martinmdashpaintings-writings-remembrances/



All but blind
In his chambered hole,
Gropes for worms
The four-clawed mole.

All but blind
In the burning day,
The barn owl
Blunders on her way.

And blind as are
These three to me,
So blind to someone
I must be. 

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.