gilbert bayes' saville theatre freize ... right

the tower at kew bridge pumphouse ... where they turned thames water into drinking water

apropos the finer points of what to slap and how to slap it

see-saw

buzzzz

to the woods ! ... via the tapestry room

you look dapper from your napper to your feet ... to the national art library in the V&A to find out more about maurice lambert; he's wearing gloves

http://www.vam.ac.uk/nal/

i'll go back next week to check some details before i give you the results of my short search ...

... and many thanks to everyone at the library for their courtesy and patience

one of the questions that i'll be "sniffing around" in search of an answer for is ...

was there such a thing as "cold war art" & was maurice's work for Associated Electrical Industries a prime example ?

curiously enough, fantastically curiously, quite creepily serendipitously ... having just formulated that question and typed the three words into google, i've found this link to a forthcoming exhibition on the V&A's very own website !

http://www.vam.ac.uk/exhibitions/future_exhibs/cold_war/index.html

maybe the question needs reformulating ... was there such a thing as "corporate cold war art" ?

wotton church in surrey

i'd like to get inside this isolated church to see what remains of john evelyn's memorial
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Evelyn

transport for london ... commodity fetishism ... weapons

whatever the grown ups living in london might be thinking about the attitude of the youth towards the possession of weapons, nothing stands between the cinema industry and the fetishization of arms

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