it was never a penalty, ref !

ouch !

i was horrified when i saw the dog and the serpent drinking the blood and even more startled when i noticed the scorpion grabbing the bull's testicles ... an explanation of sorts is available via this link to wikipedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mithras

good morning ! let the sun shine in ...

when you're moving in, everything gets arranged ... and then re-arranged

she simply didn't look like the kind of girl who'd pour that much brandy into his cocoa, holmes !

i'm tapping my foot and drumming my fingers and fretting for the return of isis and osiris

... i could always re-trace my steps to clonegal for re-assurance ...









http://lotuspharia.freeyellow.com/thecircleofisis/id298.html

driftwood from the magic beach

i lived in brighton for a while and i would cycle to the beach at dawn ... to swim if the weather permitted ... and to collect small pieces of driftwood that had some texture and/or animation

walking alone beside the waves in all weathers, and having some trivial purpose, was extremely therapeutic ... the sea has many rhythms and the mind slows down imperceptibly whilst you are near to it

i gave each piece of dry wood two or three coats of acrylic paint with a good sable brush ... watered-down liquitex is nice because it has a fine texture and when brushed on gently will flow and creep into most of the cracks and crevices ... i found i could mix and keep a colour for a long time in an airtight 35mm film canister

you have to be patient and must allow each coat to harden and set

when the colours seemed right, i would give them an extra coat of liquitex translucent gold ... the microscopic flakes of mica migrate and congregate while the paint is liquid

all you need is time and patience and good eyesight

that proustian/faustian feeling ... didn't we used to have chewing gum that tasted like this ?

once upon a time a man of a certain age kept a box ...

... in which lay hidden, for many years, ...

... a magic beach

the artesian well on wandsworth road

maurice lambert, sculptor of the barbaric edifice at 33 grosvenor place

born in france, lived in england, son of george, a rarther distinguished painter from australia, see first two paintings of maurice

... the question is, how did Maurice get from A to Z ?

to me, his work makes him seem like a character out of hitchcock
















































































































http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=basildon&w=13385968%40N00

henry vii chapel pinnacles and weather vanes

reading challenge ... a little primer for the larger picture

a new series of reasonably accessible lectures to whet our appetites for attempting to read marx's capital


http://davidharvey.org/



... and an interesting update on commodities from today's paper, from which the AP/Monty Davis photo is borrowed



http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/2008/jun/16/food.biofuels

iconography class ...

once upon a time in the cathedral at strasbourg, the figure on the left represented the church and the figure on the right, blindfolded and carrying a broken spear, represented the synagogue

... and when the moon is full, they slip silently from their plinth and steal away to give chase until dawn upon putney heath ...

the V&A courtyard transformed

oliver's army ... the jury's still out

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oliver_Cromwell

oh, please please please, buy me a new ironing board ? ... i've nothing to wear !