Monday, 28 June 2010

Taking Stock with Lock

I avoid examining my work as it involves two uncomfortable activities: Standing Still and thinking.
Christine (Lock) suggested with her gossamer-touch, that we take stock of the print making todate.
So, six months of work, tution, guidance, suggestion, critique, encouragement, praise, mutual respect; a new and joyous relationship.
So, the output?
Terrific; 12 cities captured (28 x 46 cm) in colour, vibration and warmth. Each different, each attached to a single thread: enthusiasm.
Additionally 6 more pieces are soon to be given the finishing touch through the Press and six more days of press time booked to complete the representation of 26 places, journeys and priviledged encounters of which 18 journeys will be chosen.
In my line of business (trainer - the day job) I am accorded with some status. In January, in India, I was accorded with the title 'Guru'. I am nothing, compared with Christine Lock; tutor, teacher, cajole-er, friend, equal and master. I am totally sure of one thing: I still have much to learn.
The work is on

Ibizia - the play list


these are Miss Em's picks from Ibizia

Sunday, 27 June 2010

Essential Holiday Equipment

In preparation for our departure next weekend its never too early to pull out and test those essential pieces of equipment that make a good holiday great. . . .

Friday, 25 June 2010

School's Out - Big Time

Well, the other night we had the PV of Bron's final year Show and v soon she leaves school (for ever)
Lucky that Super Snapper Chris Worthington was there to scoop up the excitement. His Piccassa album is a click away

Bron - a massive year of hard work. Some lovely work. Massive Energy and the beginnings of something great. Off to Art School for you young lady!
B's work is in the link.

Wednesday, 23 June 2010

Post Cards from the Edge

If I have passed any of my (useful, positive) values onto Megs then the value of written correspondence appears to be one of them. Since she arrived in Ibizia we have received two cards. Quite wonderful! Full of news and that ascerbic wit which I love so much. Thanks Miss M. xx Padj.

Sunday, 20 June 2010

Clinging to Tracy

Ooops pushed send too early a couple of nights ago. I was going to say that I have renewed Tracy Emin: The Works 2006 - 2009 for the final time as the library service are soon to present me the Most Renewed Book award . Well it is big book and weighs in at 7 pounds - more importantly it full of wonderful work.

Delicate drawings, bold needlecraft, top shelf excitement and more pathos than a boat of Greeks plus sub text to make your hair curl! Go Girl! Her work inspires for its sheer volume and honesty.

Mad Magnets

Fridge Magnet of the Week Award
The award this week goes to one I picked up in South Africa a couple of weeks ago rediscovered at the bottom of my suit case this week. Great, practical advice with a slightly MAN MEN feel to the layout and copy.

Thursday, 17 June 2010

The language of flight – Tara talk?

The other week I went to Duxford aerodrome; a wonderful place if you like aeroplanes. I was intrigued by the signs and slogans that are stenciled on various parts of a plane.
The US war planes seem to carry the most. Some of the exhortations are quite cryptic:
Then having this week caught up current season of America’s Next Top Model (quite wonderful – loving the girl from Seattle – Melanie?) I was thinking what would Tara make of this plane talk?
Well Tim I’m seeing ‘Danger’ on the side of the plane but we just ain’t
seeing it in your photo – you gotta find the 'Danger' somewhere girl. . .
and ‘Remove before Flight’ is that some running way thing or what?

Monday, 14 June 2010

Known as "The City of a Thousand Minarets" and the largest city in Africa, and the Arab World and one of the most densely populated cities in the world. I on Saturday afternoon and heading out tomorrow morning, Tuesday, after two days of work.

Cairo, the heat and the sounds of car horns, the call to prayer and voices all drape themselves over this city. A thousand shades of ochre. yellow dawn, light brown midday, sometimes a reddish tint in the afternoon to evening purple. A ochre is the colour by which to set your watch in Cairo.

Saturday, 12 June 2010

Dubai Do buy

Landed in Dubai at 0430 after a fitful sleep and an 'OK' movie, Brooklyn's Finest,

Airport signage for transit passengers none too brilliant and my journey from Terminal 2 to Terminal 3, a 25 minute walk was made more pleasant being in the company of a lady travelling with her son and daughter to Beruit.

Marvellous: Dubai International is one big shopping mall, dwarfing my favourite emporium, Westfields and at 0500 it was heaving with punters.

Everybody keeps asking me about the World Cup, as if I know whats going on. "You like Becks?" "No but I'm loving Posh's new range of skin care, expecially the two for one on day cream"

Friday, 11 June 2010

Hong Kong - Salut

Hearing London Heathrow flights called and knowing they are not applicable.

I am on the way to Cairo in the pay of my masters. Work here finished and not for the first time I am leaving this city late on a Friday evening stripped of every ounce of energy. Nonetheless a good week.

Last evening I indulged in my favourite pastime in Hong Kong; a ride on the Star Ferry, across the harbour from Wanchai on Hong Kong Island to to Tsim Sha Tsui. Journey time 10 minutes, and the most romantic boat trip on the planet. I crossed to Kowloon in daylight, every building shades of Dove grey and returned in darkness with the lights of a hundred high buildings turning the water into an upturned jewellery box. Quite lovely and a priviledge.
The ferry has been running since 1890. Before bars and clubs and other places to meet couples would would rendezvous on the waterfront and board the Star Ferry, riding back and forth, all evening, a lovers tryst aboard this wonderful boat.
Soon they will call my flight and I will settle into 14C, and sleep in a seat that goes backwards.

Wednesday, 9 June 2010

Hong Kong Love you long time down the Lockhart Road

Tired, hungry, I approached the front desk asked for his recommendation for a place to eat.

Disinterested Front Desk Boy sayes: "Out of here left, first right, Lockhart Road, take your pick.

I am soon into Neon land and approached. . . "You want special friend"

Eventually enter good noodle bar, the Hay Hay Roasted Meat Resturant 72 - 86 Lockhart Road. Manageress vaguely interested in my drawing. Girls enter to repair make-up in the Hay Hay's bright light, students share crispy duck, sun burnt European men try to pay by card. All is warm and wet.

Hong Kong Tsingtao saves

Long day, hit on by Producer from LA over breakfast.
Last to leave the office.
Lovely rain, lonely streets, lonely me.
Hotel room, hit one of B's playlists, We are the people by Emperor of the Sun, Bose in the room - a cold Tsingtao from the Qingdao brewery courses through me.
Life is sweet. Sometimes.

Hong Kong with Cathy

Returning to Hong Kong with Cathy Pacific. A lovely flight and making new friends.

Tuesday, 1 June 2010

Music of the Week: La Roux

Again from B's music collection in her car, this racy, punchy dance-around number. The I got hold of the lyrics. Poetry.

La Roux - In For The Kill
We can fight our desires
But when we start making fires
We get ever so hot
Whether we like it or not
They say we can love who we trust
But what is love without lust?
Two hearts with accurate devotions
And what are feelings without emotions?

I'm going in for the kill
I'm doing it for a thrill
Oh I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand

I hang my hopes out on the line
Will they be ready for you in time
If you leave them out too long
They'll be withered by the sun
Full stops and exclamation marks
My words stumble before I start
How far can you send emotions?
Can this bridge cross the ocean?

I'm going in for the kill
I'm doing it for a thrill
Oh I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand

Let's go to war
To make peace
Let's be cold
To create heat
I hope in darkness
We can see
And you're not blinded by the light from me

I'm going in for the kill
I'm doing it for a thrill
Oh I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand