‘Over the horizon of total understanding’…

into the realm of god and ‘over the horizon of total understanding.’

to infinity, and beyond the balance on a knife edge.

the long road of cosmology, knowledge and the boundaries of why.

meaning and purpose for biological pre-dispositions.


Hallway message…

An inspired hallway message by Claire!

Written backwards and able to be read in the mirror which I just fixed up last week, which is on the opposite wall by the front door.



It’s strange where inspiration can come from sometimes…

We just received a Christmas card from my sister and her partner. On the front are a number of quotes from the poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, titled ‘I am Waiting’.

The line which really stood out for me goes, ‘…and I am waiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder.’

So, I typed ‘perpetual renaissance’ into Google and the following webpage came up…


It’s an article by an English teacher posting on denverpost.com and really sums up what we’re trying to do with our kids, or that’s the plan anyway! It’s what you see in people all the time. It’s what you see at work. It’s what you hope isn’t happening to society but suspect it already has.

Don’t lose the wonder and inspiration of life.


More than 3 walls…

An apparently irreversible cycle of disintegration,

A challenge for any building practice.

Dominated by an aggressively sub-iconic rectilinear pavilion structure,

To transpose that principle of self-effacing modernity.

In a repair-orientated urban design strategy,

Embracing a calculated & assertive stand-alone image.

A skilled resolution of spatially complex, multi-sided, unified architectural forms.

The bus shelter turned out rather well.


Poem – ‘Art without architecture?…

Exploration of extremes

Range of contrasts

Voice of reason

And of apprehension

After the break

Stutter and shake

Form and reason

Curves and appreciation

Art without architecture?

Style and no substance

Into the dark

And that’s it.

Inspired by an article in the Guardian about visual art and its relationship to the architecture which it is displayed in or on.


‘Everything and nothing’ – poem (24.05.10)…

Repeat on all layers

The random appearance

Fade to grey on the back layer

Alternate the grouping and…

Repeat and blend

The guides to positions are everything

Leave the shades and modulations

Copy over everything


Fade out…


‘Should I take the advice?’ – poem (24.05.10)…

A second is the longest time

Hold me, I need you

Downcast but not downtrodden

Spring and tide comes up

Value is nothing

Break and chimes the cut

Riff Raff and True Playaz

Grind the mp5 down into all the bits

Walking up the dark stairs

Into the fluctuating wall of sound

Cap down and no movement

Eyes out scanning

No movement – how?

The vertical rest at the end of the Rider

Sometimes a capital is required.


‘untitled’ – Poem

I’m really not sure how to construct poems (prob clear from the last few!!) or to find references or inspiration for them as have I virtually no experience of this. In terms of exposure, there are songs and stories everywhere, but it’s a very different thing hearing songs to composing poetry!

2 pounds up but 2 pounds down,

let’s get funky & ride through the rhythm!

music as art to increase the feeling,

put down the hate & improve the fundamentals…

Maybe a way to work is to put together pieces of poems or verses and join them together? The lines above just came to me but there isn’t a single theme. It started out as a comment on our financial situation then went back to music as a powerful tool.

The style i’m most comfortable with is the type of thing used by The Streets and Mike Skinner. So, a kind of fluent but fluctuating sequence of ideas, not always with a continuous or seamless theme.


‘Memory’ – my 2nd poem (19.02.10)

My 2nd ever poem: essentially about how I found music and drum & bass + the nights out at ‘The Tube’ (a disco club in bristol).

I remember the extended version,

when all the braces & notes had

a strength of reason & familiarity.

I remember the evaporated water

falling like rain in the tropical caves.

I remember the tremor of a future

where thrills and failure fall together.

I’ve forgotten who I am and maybe

who I could be…


‘Sun’ – my 1st poem (19.02.10)…

Now that my exhibition has finished, there’s a bit of a creative gap in my life – so for some reason, I just sat down listening to music and started writing a poem…??

I’ve never been into poety at all and have always been more drawn to the visual arts (but mostly photography and graphic design). I guess i’m exploring ‘creativity’ as a whole.

Anyway, a new category for my blog!

My 1st poem:

while all around is so fake,

the dirty marks & rusko:

in for the kill.

the balance of things but

withered by the sun.

the blunt sharp edge of our lives

but we still get drawn down.

all feeling and all heart

it comes and goes, but goes all.