Sunday, March 11, 2012

Some asides on recovery

video

Wednesday, March 07, 2012

DDN Alliance Service Users Conference Birmingham February 2012

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Evan Parker/John Russell/Phil Waschsmann/John Edwards/Neil Metcalfe/Percy Pursglove. at Purcell Room - Jazz, Latin & Improv

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Nick in his own speak at Central Saint Martins Degree Show 2011

Adam in his own speak

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Curious Artefacts of the British Isles - No. 314, The Living Fish Glove

Salmon Mask Replica Glove for collecting oysters at low tide. Still in use throughout the Minch seaboard from Barras Head to the Butt of Lewis in the Hebrides. Also used to detect increases in solar activity via changes in scale pigmentation before particularly vivid manifestations of the Aurora Borealis. After pearl removal the highly toxic irradiated entrails of the oysters are given to the living salmon glove to eat. At the end of the season they are sold to Morrisons. Many believe that without the benefit of this age-old symbiotic relationship, this consensual co-operation between man and beast founded on mutual respect, the salmon would not survive. (Photo : Summerisle 1967)



Friday, June 17, 2011

Central Saint Martins degree Show June 2011

Roman Cochet
http://csmbafineart.com/students/student/18/85 
Marcus Woodcock

Last Thursday at 6pm, as I was swept by a crowd of what looked like pirates through the curtain of water that guarded the entrance to Central Saint Martin's - sprung from the broken gutters above and  infused, no doubt, with a homeopathic essence of Chernobyl-Fukushima Reactor No. 4 and Osama Bin Laden - I felt like I'd stumbled off the slick wet pavement of the Charing Cross Road into some kind of inter-galactic trading centre, an interstellar freeport where off-world access could be gained for a few muttered words in the right order on the right stair. Stuff lay everywhere. Imagine a supermarket conceived  by Sun Ra and Doctor Seuss and you get the initial impression. An avalanche of affekt strewn over 8 - or was it 9? - floors (but seemed like it went to 11).

Too much to take in, a labyrinthine ascent through flickering images in strange rooms, half-glimpsed canvases, the psychic flotsam and jetsam of a world accelerating beyond its own comprehension washed up in the condemned cells of a building already racing toward dissolution.



Ghosts. My son Adam in a sailor's suit holding forth to a beautiful multitude, TS Eliot declaiming "Dark, dark into the dark" in a Moorish enclave.

Meanwhile, a pair of heavily skidmarked underpants rebuked me as I uneasily examined the sunlit image of a woman bowing to a thick cock that rose through her fingers, my lupine nature momentarily exposed through the guise of tweed and grey, while upstairs in a back room a dutiful daughter embroiders her apologies to her mother in phrases of such searing simplicity that cotton becomes flesh. Simply, the cat's paws.

http://csmbafineart.com/students/student/25/48

Helen Rance

Thursday, June 09, 2011

Caroline Cole is fundraising for Yes to Life

Sue's Appeal

I'd appreciate it if you shared the above as widely as possible. The story has moved on since the above. We've found a stem cell match through the Anthony Nolans Trust and Sue will return to Hammersmith Hospital on the 21st June to be prepared for the match to take place, probably around the 1st July. So our exciting and arduous journey is about to enter a new stage. We are hopeful and ready. I'll keep posting updates.