23 February 2015

New Websites!

Click HERE if you want to know all about happy movement shindigs...
Click HERE for if you would like to see my art offerings... 
Click HERE if you would like to take part in an epic movement survey. It is still in it's infancy, but with your help I think it could be something very special. Take a look around and watch this space for more information.   

Now, I was feeling very pleased with my website building self, until I read this: Web sites are obsolete. Hmmmm, so if you click through I guess your mere presence on may page will render you a technological dinosaur. It’s okay. I’m one, too. This man is not.

21 February 2015

Saturday Poem

Dream Dust

Gather out of star-dust
Earth-dust,
Cloud-dust,
Storm-dust,
And splinters of hail,
One handful of dream-dust
Not for sale.

--  Langston Hughes

18 February 2015

Art is, for me, the process of trying to wake up the soul. Because we live in an industrialized, fast-paced world that prefers that the soul remain asleep.

- Bill Viola

17 February 2015

Viviane Sassen













All works part of Pikin Slee by Viviane Sassen, currently on show at The ICA.

14 February 2015

Saturday Poem

Skin Stealer 

This evening I unzipped my skin
And carefully unscrewed my head,
Exactly as I always do
When I prepare myself for bed.
And while I slept a coo-coo came
As naked as could be
And put on the skin
And screwed on the head
That once belonged to me.
 Now wearing my feet
He runs through the street
In a most disgraceful way.
Doin' things and sayin' things I'd never do or say,
Ticklin' the children
And kickin' the men
And Dancin' the ladies away.
So if he makes your bright eyes cry
Or makes your poor head spin,
That scoundrel you see Is not really me
He's the coo-coo
Who's wearing my skin.

-- Shel Silverstein

Love is...




Love is...

Love is feeling cold in the back of vans

Love is a fanclub with only two fans

Love is walking holding paintstained hands

Love is.

Love is fish and chips on winter nights

Love is blankets full of strange delights

Love is when you don't put out the light

Love is

Love is the presents in Christmas shops

Love is when you're feeling Top of the Pops

Love is what happens when the music stops

Love is

Love is white panties lying all forlorn

Love is pink nightdresses still slightly warm

Love is when you have to leave at dawn

Love is

Love is you and love is me

Love is prison and love is free

Love's what's there when you are away from me

Love is...

13 February 2015

Nadav Kandar



Nadav Kandar
"What makes the photograph possible ... is that in the photo it is a question of the body: it is the body that grasps, and it is the body that is grasped and released. It is the body, its thin surface that is detached and removed by the film. This is the physics and the chemistry of the instant, the force of gravity of the click, this curvature, space and this impalpable lightness of a vision that precipitates and coagulates into a thickness of skin, a density of touch."

-- Jean-Luc Nancy

12 February 2015

Kiki Smith



Kiki Smith, Untitled (Skin), 1992, cast aluminum
"I think I chose the body 
as a subject, not 
consciously, but because it 
is the one form that we 
all share; it's something that 
everybody has their own 
authentic experience with."
 
-- Kiki Smith 

11 February 2015

Bloom Skin


BLOOM SKIN Issey Miyake from WOW inc on Vimeo.

image by Mariah Robertson
"My skin is kind of sort of brownish pink yellowish white. My eyes are greyish bluish green, but I'm told they look orange in the night. My hair is reddish blondish brown, but it's silver when it's wet. And all the colours I am inside have not been invented yet."

--Shel Silverstein

10 February 2015

9 February 2015

Jenny Saville




"A photograph (is) a rubbing or rubbing away of a body." 

-- Jean-Luc Nancy

(image found here)

skin

“To be naked is to be oneself.
To be nude is to be seen naked by others and yet not recognized for oneself. A naked body has to be seen as an object in order to become a nude. ( The sight of it as an object stimulates the use of it as an object.) Nakedness reveals itself. Nudity is placed on display.
To be naked is to be without disguise.
To be on display is to have the surface of one's own skin, the hairs of one's own body, turned into a disguise which, in that situation, can never be discarded. The nude is condemned to never being naked. Nudity is a form of dress.”


― John Berger, Ways of Seeing

7 February 2015

Saturday Poem

Like You

Like you I love love, life, the sweet smell of things, the sky- blue landscape of January days.

And my blood boils up and I laugh through eyes that have known the buds of tears. I believe the world is beautiful and that poetry, like bread, is for everyone.

And that my veins don’t end in me but in the unanimous blood of those who struggle for life, love, little things, landscape and bread, the poetry of everyone.


-- Roque Dalton (Translated by Jack Hirschman)

6 February 2015


Enjoy your weekend!
Rest, and wait, and dream.

5 February 2015

4 February 2015



1. James Abott McNeill Whistler, Nocturne: Grey and Silver 1873
2. Edward Steichen, Woods, Twilight 1899 (platinum print)

(both via  1910-again)
“In the first movement, our infancy as a species, we felt no separation from the natural world around us. Trees, rocks, and plants surrounded us with a living presence as intimate and pulsing as our own bodies. In that primal intimacy, which anthropologists call "participation mystique," we were as one with our world as a child in the mother's womb.

Then self-consciousness arose and gave us distance on our world. We needed that distance in order to make decisions and strategies, in order to measure, judge and to monitor our judgments. With the emergence of free-will, the fall out of the Garden of Eden, the second movement began -- the lonely and heroic journey of the ego. Nowadays, yearning to reclaim a sense of wholeness, some of us tend to disparage that movement of separation from nature, but it brought us great gains for which we can be grateful. The distanced and observing eye brought us tools of science, and a priceless view of the vast, orderly intricacy of our world. The recognition of our individuality brought us trial by jury and the Bill of Rights.

Now, harvesting these gains, we are ready to return. The third movement begins. Having gained distance and sophistication of perception, we can turn and recognize who we have been all along. Now it can dawn on us: we are our world knowing itself. We can relinquish our separateness. We can come home again -- and participate in our world in a richer, more responsible and poignantly beautiful way than before, in our infancy.”

― Joanna Macy, World as Lover, World as Self

On being: Joanna Macy


Listen to this podcast with Joanna Macy. It's beautiful.


A philosopher of ecology, Joanna Macy’s path wound from the CIA to Tibetan Buddhism, to translating the poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke. We take that exquisite poetry as a lens on her wisdom on the great dramas of our time: ecological, political, personal. Now in her 80s, Joanna Macy says we are at a pivotal moment in history — with possibilities of unraveling, or of creating, a life-sustaining human society."

3 February 2015

Carman Marchena






Beautiful shots of Greenland (on expired film) by Carman Marchena