Art Head back on


Now that the business of life, barring a few residual bits and pieces, is over I am so glad to put my arty head back on, life is tiring, ney, exhausting, it is no wonder that the world seems to be running around like the proverbial 'headless chicken'.

So much so have I put the business head away in its little box somewhere in the recesses of my brain that to try and pay my bills on line is proving such a frustrating task, spending, no wasting over 40 minutes going from page to page trying to find the make payment tab, all to no avail, I shant worry now, they well send a red bill in a couple of days and I shall try once again to sort it out.
Meanwhile, back to the arty head, my 6 pieces started last week without too much headway, now totals seven having picked up a commission last week.

Yesterday saw another visitor to the studio, a chap called Mark, his visit to the studio was due to his trying to show his sons, where he used to live 20 years ago, as it turned out his old dorm was where the flat opposite the studio now sits. with him he brought a fascinating insite into the building in which I now live from a perspective 20 years ago, a plunge pool in the basement and a Dojo, (martial arts gymnasium) on the upper floor; he left with my email address.



The transition of this building was not without historic interest in the press with both the building and myself getting good coverage.

Church hall conversion
The conversion of an 19th Century church hall into 16 'affordable' flats has been completed.
High Gate Hall was most recentlyu used as a school, gym and judo club. now the stonefronted, four story building, built in 1844, has been transformed.

I have been here for six weeks or so now and only at this time am I able to now to consider the future with a greater understanding and belief as to my future as an artist.

The plan that Emma in Newcastle is quite comprehensive and overall quantifies the past 2 years work allowing me to see that all that has been done has been in absolute keeping with the direction that I had hoped for two years ago, in fact, I have exceeded my own expectations and taken a huge chunk of Lost Years and brought me nearer to where I imagine I would have liked to have been at this period of my life had I taken the artistic route in life from the very start; my only regret being the reduction in health and energy that once took me around the world.

K-Shoes
Another great Historical event for the town was the demolition of the old K-Shoes complex and the rebuilding of a new and contemporary complex, completion comes with the possibility that the dynamics of the entire Town could change, some say for the better, some for the worse with arguments ranging from, huge employment and Tourist interest to, the reinvention of the main part of the Town returning to more Traditional values, cafe street culture and an overall more quiet day in the town.

For me, for now, I delight in the reflections borne of the thousands of tons of the red metal skeletal structure in the River.

A River, reportedly to have the fastest downflow from source to outlet in the country, remains totally captivating, the lights and darks, the shadows and inner worlds that exist in a single shot can be as beautiful as any image on a par even with shots from alien universes brought to us from the Hubble telescope, do we need to continue looking deeper and deeper into space to satisfy our ever searching inner selves when there is so much more here to explore and understand, probably.
Well, that is my blog for today, for now, back to the canvas








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