Her Archive

11/09/2017
  Friday 1st September 2017   I’m good, I’m strong, I’m punk, but be Jesus, was I meant to be so hardcore? Yet authenticity and passion are king’s, especially when born with a seemingly untameable wildness to your nature. Feral; a flight animal. Ever the spirited Thoroughbred, alert and likely to throw her tail in the air, content to startle on a whim. I get bored by what has no depth. Some call it Capricious.   Knowing only the feeling. Mental agility...
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28/08/2017
  Saturday 19th August 2017   There is no gravity in the creative mind. In imagination we know pure freedom, lucidity itself the dream. The tangible yet intangible clear vision of the possible. Entwined with passion, here, all is plausible and everything is infinite. She knew bliss. Yet to her, living in this seen and unseen world, there existed a grey area where her torments languished.   Amidst the mutual opposition of life itself, here in the gravity of it all, stranded...
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01/08/2017
      Slate wiped. Its over. The story done, the door is closed, the past isn’t coming back. I’ve built the wall.   ‘No more negativity’ if your names not on the list, there ain’t no way your getting back into rain on the future parade.   Yet having to come back to the Ugly Kingdom has really fucked with my head. I thought I’d begun to heal from the whole agonizing wound of my association with this country. Its inequality, cla...
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09/07/2017
  This is how July begins...     Yet this first week of ‘Jolly July’ has been only ‘Eat, Sleep, Work, Repeat...’ Actually, the three weeks I’ve been back in the vipers nest of British inequality have all been the same. Here, pulling myself back on truck; this is anything but jolly. Another week of applying myself to the practical application of getting ‘some’ job done?? The sense is tired, yet my mind remains untethered; in Ninja m...
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02/06/2017
  ‘White Rabbits’ the beginning of June and Clare’s got sunstroke. Painfully addled by her neurosis, she’s been grumpy and best avoided all day. So grabbing my laptop, I worked under the shade of the trees at Vangelis’s cafe. Pausing, on my grand magnum opus for a moment, I’ve instead been rebuilding my website. In its lack of traffic, these days I think of it only as more of a hard-drive for my favourite photographs and archive for my untamed rants....
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31/05/2017
'What good is a melody, what good is music if it ain't possessing something sweet?' Whilst this is the tune, that will forever have me remembering the last five months of my life... Now I'm going to write about what happens next.. A moment to laugh hopelessly in the chaos. I’m still uncertain as to how we got it together, how we actually managed to fill one small battered blue car with canvasses, a ton of painting materials, clothes, laptops, cameras, food, flip-flops and a surf-boar...
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