Friday 21st December

DAY TWO OF ANOTHER END OF THE WORLD: A north London taxi exposed it’s self to me discretely, dressed as a bumble bee, concealing it’s identity beneath a blue plastic mac, preserving it’s modesty A warehouse full of artists &… continue reading »

Thursday 20th December

THE END OF THE WORLD AGAIN: When rain sticks to you like suet & friends spend seven hours stationary in traffic jams & the day sucks light out of the ground daring you to smile, you know it’s time to… continue reading »

Wednesday 19th December

FOG FLOATING: The old Bata Shoe Factory slips out of a luminous fog like a rusting & abandoned ship free-floating mid Atlantic, threatening to topple on tiny vessels. The eye can’t see further than fingertips, the wheel is cold between… continue reading »

Tuesday 18th December

WHO STOLE THE STEPS?: A curious curve-ball day of phone call queues & changing plans that conspire to blow a fuse or inspire complaints. This isn’t the day I ordered, but it’s the one grinning up at me from the… continue reading »

Monday 17th December

DAMP, DARK, COLD & STARLESS: Perfect day for a train ride. Last Friday we drove from Barking Creek in Dagenham, to Coalhouse Fortress & the Old radar tower at East Tilbury, had a puncture in the rain on the A13.… continue reading »

Sunday 16th December

YOU GOTT MOVE: A strong desire to pull on the walking boots & hit the road. The light is low & twisting. fields succulent, scattered puddles, the marks of animals. Hawthorn, my favourite scribble & vibrant rose hips dangling between… continue reading »

Saturday 15th December

CHILDREN: Vulnerable, hope, Potential, future. Faith, joy. Trusting. Innocent. (K)

Friday 14th December

DARK & COLD ETEC: Waiting for a cold damp train to a steaming cafe. Walk the streets, film, write, take photographs & hope somebody knows where good coffee’s at. (K)

Thursday 13th December

KEYS IN THE SONG OF LIFE: He owned a beautiful piano that made you calm to play. It sounded best at sundown, just as the light was beginning to fade, if you hit ‘record’ that time of day something great… continue reading »

Wednesday 12th December

OUTSIDER ART: A ride in a dirty train from a sun soaked city where stark shadows dance naked above the heads of impassive shoppers. A ride in a dirty train whose carriages stink of cold violence, strewn with free papers,… continue reading »