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Yea really cold, almost like winter

2010-03-08T11:04:00.004Z

Orogenesis

2009-09-06T10:56:00.004+01:00

Climbing up from the plain, the hills slowly become aggressive irregular blocks drawn by a carpenters pencil, then progress to block the sky with massive rocky geometric irregularity, the train shrinks to a model railway, the small group of individuals on the night train to Briancon in the High Alpes are physically scaled down, shape shifted as the engine tugs at the night working its way through the darkness twisting and turning through the passes as it climbs up into the darkness. In the morning we are somewhere else...

paradigm shift possibly

2008-09-22T19:57:00.005+01:00

all of a sudden the structure adjusted itself, shifted emphasis, financial fabrication becomes dominant.

City wind power

2008-08-03T16:52:00.003+01:00

This the first London tower block wind turbine i've seen, on the roof of an 18 storey block in Islington, generates six kilowatts on a good day - enough for 10 percent of the block's demand.

2008-07-31T17:12:00.005+01:00

it's hot, summers signature with ever new content in the timeline and a disregard for man made materials. Marseille looks like the sun dusted it with pollen, moisture evaporates from within, shrinking wooden structures hunched inside stone peeling paint slowly year by year it matures like an old friend

Faster than the bat, darker than the rat

2008-03-14T18:32:00.003Z

The storm, in consideration of the nature of gravity and the nuclear force (that holds the atom in embrace) mass, distorted spacetime and the granularity, negative and positive popping in and out of reality, this biomolecular machine stands and stares in wonder at the ingenious construct, dna ticking over.

It's winter

2008-01-20T22:01:00.000Z

So mild, but windy, sometimes very.
My Mum died just before christmas threw the family into an experience we were unprepared for.
Travelling back and forth to France and up to Wales pictures presented themselves to me filtered through my melancholy.

time in transition

2007-04-27T20:05:00.000+01:00

London has become a business battlefield, everyone fighting for best price and best practise, with forward looking statements, it's relentless... then, late at night, Paul the drummer, and thousands of other young muscians like him, reconstruct reality on the fly, leaving before sunrise when the battle comence...

days in transition

2007-04-23T20:20:00.000+01:00

phew, sometimes time seems to compress, a million thoughts to think, a mental physical reality.
You 2?

Taps

2007-04-04T13:09:00.000+01:00

2007-03-06T13:54:00.000Z

It just hung there in the sky, a balefull, glum sort of look, like it had a hangover...

Summer madness

2006-07-17T11:56:00.000+01:00

I live in a city of 6 million where people from almost every part of the world are represented, most of the time we get along just fine, with our different views, understandings and belief, exploring each others way of life, the sound of different tongues, different foods, music and art. Sharing is enriching our big community, coming together, finding interest and friendship where there was propaganda and fear. Sunday in the market a Brazilian festival with Salsa bands, Ghanaian food stalls, Turkish kebabs and Polish balloon sellers outside the Italian and Moroccan restaurants, the Pie and Mash shop and the London Pubs. We can live together, working, building our city of people surrounded by big business with its own agenda for change. It's all the individuals that create this fractal peoplescape, seems like somehow the whole world has to do this if its ever going to stop the flow of blood to the war machine.

heat seeker

2006-06-13T18:25:00.000+01:00

In roasting weather an airliner from China floats across a milky sky on approach to London, 2000 feet below in a North London street an old building, once a tool and pattern maker, a fragment from the past exists in the present, sweltering in the sun.

Pleased to discovered these Banksy graffiti on the way to the supermarket, nice change from the relentless bombardment of main stream media.

Diagrams like notes

2006-06-10T17:17:00.000+01:00

I come across complicated information from the scientists and in a hopeless attempt to understand I do diagrams, not accurate scientific serious research jobs more like the everyday notes you make for yourself to remind of things to be done or bits to buy.
This one was trying to get my head round the visible universe, how, at the edges its traveling faster than the speed of light, escaping from our view. What's it expanding into? Does it format the inherent granularity of atomic structure as it grows, like the tuning of a radio, weaving raw energy into form from probability, does it expands into another place, pushing out another universe beyond the compression, like bendy balloons twisted into compartments to form shapes.
It's all very interesting, carbon coded primates running life program's in real time.

Tracing spaces

2006-06-09T22:16:00.000+01:00

World cuppery permeates the humid undercoat, the streets strangely quiet, the pubs overflow out onto the street as if the giant plasma screens inside were pushing them out, like predators (or raptors captive). Cars without roofs gently push through the bar crowds in Exmouth market stereos laying down a layer of bass notes along the street that linger for hours as they cruise the narrow landscape. The patrons of the restaurants are scattered outside their favorites, perched on folding chairs at Italian tables with machined tops like bottle tops, the fragrance of burning wood precedes two priests with swirling cassocks and a black wide brimmed circular hat, shadows in ernest conversation entering a church.

Continuous reality

2006-06-05T13:30:00.000+01:00

Slow we put together the ingredients for making moving pictures, a light here a step there, rushing ahead of the game into conjecture, wish and dream. I walk round street corners into 10k lighting showing my best profile in a life without a film crew.

The two lads are Tom and Alex White, the brothers responsible for The Electric Soft Parade, down in Brighton against the wall of the Metway studio, Brighton's really hilly, you could rollerblade right into the sea.

The young actor Tommy Carey on set someplace, actors and actresses need pictures, they realise the package changes, time linked transition, hard to capture the continuity without stopping it.

Summer streets

2006-06-03T22:46:00.000+01:00

Wandering about with a digital camera, pictures become compulsive, spent several hours captivated by car badges... Dante would be most unhappy.

reinvention

2006-03-30T18:51:00.000+01:00

The intelligent earth object and it's biologic constructions, the coded creatures, the complex simplicity of elements, molecules for instruction, atomic agitation, the probability haze and granularity.

eclipse la luna

2006-03-29T20:38:00.000+01:00

the day grey, destructive, a world media at war love games, a politic rages against the ordinary. I wait paciently for an ebay item to expire considering the dark moon against the sun. The band change their name again, The Birds of Appetite, huh. The French people have their say, an anger, not to be listened to. Consider the sound like a picture illustrates the 24p we shall see... the nature of change

One day away

2005-09-14T12:45:00.000+01:00

Internet sites unavailable, a possible exhibition of the America pictures in Holland, and a neighbour stops me to discuss the vagarities of the music business, networks, community and the individual, its who knows you, not who you know that seems to be the mechanisim

Studio time

2005-09-13T13:46:00.000+01:00

Well Zen And The Birds Of Appetite go into Fortress studio thursday and friday, boy the stress, the lock down. Still the great star shining over the city and the moon coming up, in the ascendent, so good signs, the yin yang balancer kicking in. Scottish Tony, he of The Electric Soft Parade and other Brighton musicados has given up some paper, with strings attached, but allowing the developments to continue without the massive breaks where I tread water for weeks trying to sort the fuel for forward. Tom and Alex turned up, did some great graphics till late late then headed off to Oxford for a meet with Truck leaving the studio shredded, real heads. I am not able to tell you what Sue's doing at the moment but needless to say it's interesting, unusual, which is more than I can say about that Tesco's takeover the world lot, but maybe the nostalgia blinkers my view...