Tag: county durham

  • Gold Dust and Birds

    The keys form cords that induce an eyeball elevation. Flickering frames, birds flying in and out of vision. A pigeon or a crow replacing the mighty ginger eagle of the sea, From way back then. The beach became paving slabs and moss, The sun disguised by brick not coconut. The Arabian Sea profound and distant. Warm Indian…

  • To and from the September Floods

  • Observation of a Tribe and The X21

    A daily two-hour commute on public transport heading to something which resembles a large red triangle of sorts. A town full of supermarkets and pound-shops instead of aspirations. Poverty and push chairs, mothers and mobility scooters. Bellies and breasts, clad in orange, clad it knocked off sportswear, male and female. Tattooed necks, wrists and knuckles, shiny earrings, belts and buckles. Give it a sausage roll, thank god for Greggs. Human…

  • Art. Disco. Storms. – June and Summer in England

  • You’ve Come Home

    The light outside shielded by fabric, drapes, muted. Soft and gentle inhales. The piano and songs about snow. A small pink lantern looking better on that stall in Bombay. Coral harmony creeping effortlessly from technology while they work away, painting, filing, i stay horizontal. All days are different but flat connects one to the next.…

  • The Day My Head Exploded – Part III / Are Eyes Organs?

    Thank god the browser has opened! My head is about to explode, in words instead of a Polaroid image. Stress of the final few days makes me a little edgy as i don’t take well to being told what to do, especially after a heady afternoon in the pub and a little too much to drink. Time continues running away and the…

  • Tick Tok, Tick Tok, Tick Tok, Break it Down!

    With fourteen days until we hit Mumbai i can already feel the city throwing itself at my face. A visual, cultural, sensory assault, but for now still surrounded by green. Today the sky has returned from wherever it’s been. Already we have put some things in place to create some focus when traveling. An art work placement…

  • Back on Birch Drive

    Looking out over the fields from my parents window i see many things. Green and yellow. Blue and white. Grass, crops, sky and clouds; but the main thing i see is the past. The same summer view there always was, but the eyes absorbing the landscape are older and more jaded than they were; but the retinas more…