Tuesday, 28 August 2007


Listening on my ipod to girl anachronism, whilst mowing the lawn, naturally you speed up (I was sort of inspired by the way Tom described it as the 'envelope stuffing' track...) Anyway, accidentally disturbed what must have been part of a wasps nest..or something, musty have been about 8 or nine of them......in a moment of panic, with the ipod lead entangled in the mower lead, which in turn was wrapped partly over my shoulder/round my neck (rto prevent me from electrocuting myself by mowing the wire) I was unable to figure out what to do....I mean, it *should* be simple, you 'let go' and the thing automatically switches off.....but I think as a result of a number of factors, exacerbated perhaps by the panic in the music I was unable to apply logic, so sort of carried on mowing, raising my flymo to a sort of defense position, as if attempting to 'air mow'...(wasn't trying to hurt htem you understand just show them whos boss, you know)...this did not deter the wee angry, striped little blighters, as perhaps I should have expected. Heart a-pounding I managed to regain sense, and quickky untangled myself from the bright orange wire, and made a run for it...
why was it relevant to note the bright orange wire?

Sunday, 6 May 2007

Wednesday, 2 May 2007

My Work Is Never Done

What is this insect? I want to know...He is on a mission. I couldn't stop filming him.

Tuesday, 3 April 2007

Funeral For A Fly

An entangled mess of dead spiders and a fly hanging from an age old thread of spider's web that looked as if it had been through the spindle.
I found capturing this very problematic.
I didn't, under any circumstances want to make light of or make a sort of comment on the beauty of death, other than it being my honest first reaction. I'm going to write again about this later I think, because I can't explain myself today.

Monday, 19 March 2007


an old box of childhood drawings was re-discovered. I couldn't stop examining them.
i displayed them all in a garage, and videoed them ('videoed' is a strange word when written in type)

I had an obsession with these tall women, pushing pushchairs in their high-heeled shoes, domestic women, with horses heads.
Also umbrellas. Witches with large black hooked umbrellas. And school memories.

I believe this is some of the best work I've ever done. When I was 4 1/2. I started thinking about trying to get back to a state of innocence and the opposite of learning. Unlearning bad habits of convention.
I used to only do these drawings on rough paper. They weren't 'proper' drawings *to be seen* They were 'throw-away' drawings. Literally. I was embarrassed to be churning them out at such a rate...adn I remember burning some of them on the fire in the living room.
But I couldn't relax into doing them, if I knew they were on 'proper' paper. It needed to be a lined 99p pad or something. I remember that feeling very well.
Some of the images were quite disturbing. I daresay it was god fo me to do them. I don't know.
it's easier to show them now, as it feels quite removed from then - as if it was a different person. But because I am currently trying my hardest to get *back* that state - I am concerned, slightly, that I mihtwake up one day and be extremely self-conscious about them. So until then, I will show them here. Because I like them to be alive and seen. They've waited quite a few years.

Wednesday, 14 March 2007


Ally let me have his parents' old sink. Thanks Ally.
I made a video with it. I'll post it up later.

Saturday, 24 February 2007

helicopter journey over clock

I was pulling my eyelashes out and videoing them as they fell over the page.