lifes journey

For the first time on the Internet, at least as far as I can find after perusing several thousand possibilities, I have launched an internet site that will detail and log the entire process of a multi million pound artistic venture that will last many years from this day of taking the proverbial step of Faith, from sketchbooks and scraps of subliminal thoughts and extrinsic inspirational sources, the website can be found at http://onemillionproject.synthasite.com/ The website is a freebie, not being much of a techy I dont even know how much I can put on the site before it has reached its limit but I suppose I shall reach a stage where I just wont be able to place any more on to it, that bridge I can cross when I get there for I have enough to set out on in the New Year without adding any more onto my work schedule. My Exhibition in February now consists of 5 difinitive pieces of artwork, now all finished and ready I only have a small number of Posters to do aswell as some commemorative...

Its the 19th December allready, no christmas shopping done and the weather outside is not so congenial to walking around enjoyably shopping, it is grey, breezy and wet, not that I mind the weather it is a fair excuse for not going around the shops though. College windows this time last year, early days of the BTEC in Art and Design Day two of the 2014 major exhibition process, I have sorted out You Tube so that I can post, eventually, some videos of the progress, I have sorted a website to collate as many personal comments as possible on the state of the nation according to the normal person in the street and I havestarted to set up my own networking site, there is nothing particularly wrong with facebook but it is just so full of 'un-arty' stuff going back and forth and most of it a bit too ungodly for me, I am sure they dont not realise that they are just building a sorry future for themselves but then again, did I! he says in a rhetorical manner, cest la vie I suppose, plen...

6 75 mini homeless veterans finished this time last year in a 1000 piece instalation for the Royal British Legion and Veterans Day Organisation. On any given day in the year there are on average 1000 homeless veterans on the streets of the UK. I awoke this am with a decision made; through the nite I had pondered over what would be required by way of exhibits that would be powerful enough as to dominate the massive space that is the Baltic Exhibition Hall in Newcastle which I visited last year, the moment I walked in, it was not the exhibits by Kendel Geers that took my breath away but the space and what could be done in there, my theme was simple enough I had thought of a working title already though the direction I was to take was right there infront of me, around me and behind me and as I stood in a long and cold queue of the, now defunct, Woolworths. There was little joy of the season amongst those in the queue and around me as all I could hear were individuals pouring their woes o...

How time flies when you are having fun, as they say but, for real, where did Christmas come from allready!!! Archive................This Time Last year I had 575 minature veterans destined for the Royal British Legion around my feet, 999 were presented despite 100 made available as gifts, one was still taken. These were accepted on June 27th (Veterans Day) and remain on permanant display in the Royal British Legion Ofices. Each of these small veterans measuring around 2cm high were crafted individually, while each depicts a Former member of tha armed services, now each was litlle more than a small begger, wrapped in blankets and head bowed, some even depicting difference facial features that was truly not possible without a little hand from my creator. The symbolisation of this piece is to support RBL figures that, at any time durning the year there are at least one thousand ex servicement homeless at any given time. Now realising that the rest of the world belongs to a generally accep...

My Blog from this point is intended to be of reflection, while combining new directions with Fotographs from the same period last year I intend to build a retrospective diary account of the year; this should theoretically provide an apportunity to both revisit and rephotograph with an ongoing and continual photographic evoloutionary depiction. the Wier - Dec 2007 In addition, it will provide that, while keeping a watchful eye on the progression both of self and of my working practice, my working practice being of course my career progression and not my creativity, my art is not work, it is my vacation from life. It is said that an artist is never ahead of his time it is only the people around him who are behind the times, I dont know where I heard that or even if it accurate, it matters not, progression must take place and, while there exists no manual for any individual artists life one can only work similar...

Only now that my dog-sitting days are at an end can I realise how much I did not manage to do, such was the attention that I had to give to a young and active collie, my working space has turned into a home! With little opportunity to create the internet became the obsession of the week and, as it turned out, was a very fruitful exercise; I found ' Stumble' a sort of collective of interests sub-divided into mini search engines, absolutely marvelous to be able to move from website to website without the tedium of constantly seeking new words to type into a search engine only to be given a duplicate first page. With Stumble I am able to key in specific interests such as art, sculpture, animation, sub-culture or any other interest that took my fancy, hit the button and I would only be taken to a website that interested me, managing to mark more than 60 sites as favorite in one session was a sure fire way to overcome my relative short attention span! I have not sorted out the link...

The Gentle Water Bird In the far days, when every day was long, Fear was upon me and the fear was strong, Ere I had learned the recompense of song. In the dim days I trembled, for I knew God was above me, always frowning through, And God was terrible and thunder-blue. Creeds the discoloured awed my opening mind, Perils, perplexities - what could I find? - All the old terror waiting on mankind. Even the gentle flowers of white and cream, The rainbow with its treasury of dream, Trembled because of God's ungracious scheme. And in the night the many stars would sayDark things unaltered in the light of day: Fear was upon me even in my play. There was a lake I loved in gentle rain: One day there fell a bird, a courtly crane: Wisely he walked, as one who knows of pain. Gracious he was and lofty as a king: Silent he was, and yet he seemed to sing Always of little children and the Spring. God? Did he know him? It was far he flew?. God was not terrible and thunder-blue:- It was a gentle wate...

its two in the morning and jessie the collie is sighing in the background wondering when all will shut down for the night, she has been here for the past week now and is still not getting the hang of living with an insomniac workaholic who doesn't sleep in the day time either, poor soul. For me, its an egg sandwich, a change of the music and wind down now as the days work comes to an end, all painted out, eyes tired from the computer seeing as how I lost my glasses, the 30th pair this year, invite list for the February show growing and shrinking, unanswered questions about the poster, the invite cards and the million and one things that there seems to need to be done, how does anyone ever have time to work before they retire, how does anyone have the time to retire when they do get there! tip tapping on the window at the moment is a mixture between rain and some cold looking slushy stuff, looking out onto the flagstones in the yard it looks black and oily, a portent for disaster if...

Just when I had found a style that I enjoyed!!!! it seems that having now found a style that I enjoy painting in, something that is a little more personal and challenging, along comes the snow and everything changes, or at least that is how I imagined it until I took some photographs outside, there, out of the image I started to see the surreal world that appears in my pallet work, there I was, thinking that I was allowing my environment to alter what had seemed to be a ballance in my work when all that was really happening was the change in my surroundings were more pronounced as a painted image. Now back home, Jessie my faithful collie following along beside me, it is straight back to the canvas. three new paintings in an exhillerating period of some hours, each separate in styles, each flowing easily. For these works all others were put on hold, I have three paintings under construction at the moment, whereas the majority of my work is completely a la prima ( completed in one sittin...