SHIFT.dec 15

The "kurtagonals" album was like an electric shock to my system. As I listened to the tracks all manner of senses were opened.I began to sense something hidden in the deep textures in the mix. Its difficult to describe. Something dark? something mysterious,brooding.Eastern?....On headphones while walking on foggy evenings I seemed to be walking the streets of an unknown Eastern European city. Huge spaces of silence , wedges of deep bass shuddering through my bones, ethereal choirs singing an unholy unknown liturgy.

My imagination was ignited. I could feel something being conceived inside. These sounds had to give birth. This music had to be seen as well as heard. In some strange language the music seemed to be asking me to give it a voice.

My inner self stirred with impatience. The sperm of creation had entered the creative womb as became desperate to grow.

With a strange reverence I made my preparations . Canvas ,pure and white ,ready to give birth. I turned up the volume on the amplifier and listened to the spaces......

and waited....loneliness..isolation...world-weariness.Dark. Deep.

kurtagonals dec09

it was then I fell upon ECM New Series 'kurtagonals" by Lazlo Hortobagyi, Gyorgy Kurtag jnr, Miklos Lengyelfi.

everything changed.

november09

I have always loved and admired the label E.C.M. and am continually inspired by the music and the art work,There is something about music from the Northern lands that resonates with my spirit. I love Icelandic music. I love E.C.M. Something has shifted inside since Mum passed on. I'm listening to E.C.M. New Series. Arvo Part, Andras Schiff, Bach...and Jarrett, Tomasz Stanko, Enrico Rava.....just listening soaking in the beauty, like a sponge, breathing in the magnificent soul shaking sounds, free jazz, a holy choir, soaring saxaphones, subtle guitar...and the spaces inbetween...tring to live in the silent spaces and look out on the world. what do you see? how can I express my vision?.

october

Jussi writes, and we are all systems go for April 2010. Wow .

time to evaluate my work and get serious.

I have some definate candidates here , some need some refinement. "Reykavik View" is a certainty.

Working on "silent places" as a tribute to Mum. Charcoal and pastels.

In between times "Desperate Romantics" series about the Pre Raphaelites has inspired me to re-decorate the bedroom Morris style.

I dont like decorating !

louie w how

my mother.Artist and writer. She gave a love of music, books and she taught me to draw.My fondest memory is sitting at the table aged about 8 watching huge snowflakes drift out of a grey sky as we painted birds together. Funniest memory is her face when,in 1967, while they were on holiday, the 17 year old flower child painted a huge psychedelic mural on his bedroom wall!!! no too pleased.

Anyway ,thanks Mum.

THE LOST SUMMER

ELRIK VISITED. " whats with all these low horizons"

Then my mum had her fall. The next four months we experienced the highs and lows of life before she passed away in September .

No painting were painted.

It was a beautiful summer otherwise.

Roxanne arrives spring/summer 09

One or two musings but nothing serious...no inspirations,

photography ,

Roxanne sits with me in the conservatory "stars of the lid-refinement of their decline" plays in the background ....peace...