The Fear in Feather

Posted by on Feb 9, 2019 in Fractal Flight, Sketchbook | No Comments
The Fear in Feather

“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagles own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.” ― Aesop

The Flipbook of Eternity

Posted by on Feb 6, 2019 in Fractal Flight, Sketchbook | No Comments
The Flipbook of Eternity

He drives his spade deep into the dirt where he is to bury his father. His thoughts stretch back through the ages. How many have burried the hand that once fed them. His teeth gritted, his hands rough and without feeling grip the net. He hauls the net from the ocean. It’s the first time […]

Hazel

Posted by on Dec 20, 2018 in Sketchbook | No Comments
Hazel

A painting using real paint. This is my daughter Hazel. She’s 1 year old. She’s an unstoppable fury of joy. This is a christmas gift for my Mum & Dad. So much love in this, along with a Robin’s feather.

Haiku Salut and A Memory of What’s Yet To Come

Posted by on Dec 15, 2017 in Sketchbook, Thoughts, Uncategorized | No Comments
Haiku Salut and A Memory of What’s Yet To Come

I remember sitting with Robbie. We’re in a pub. We each have a pint of beer and are waiting to order some baos from Deckhard’s. We’re talking about a project about memory. As our minds dance and we discuss all the other things that we’re working on Robbie mentions Haiku Salut and their Christmas shows. I’ve […]

Neuron Narratives

Posted by on Apr 6, 2017 in Sketchbook, Vestige | No Comments
Neuron Narratives

I toyed with the idea of interactive multi-narratives a number of years ago, starting with a project called ‘FMRL – The Life of a Fly’… It didn’t really go anywhere and this is the remnants of where I got. I also worked on a number of interactive installations which allowed dancers to create real-time stories […]

Forgotten Portraits and Fragmented Memories

Posted by on Feb 19, 2017 in Sketchbook, Vestige | No Comments
Forgotten Portraits and Fragmented Memories

My life at the moment is completely absorbed in Vestige. I’m constantly analysing every moment anyone mentions memories and even my own memories that come to me during the day. I have been researching into memory but memories are such an integral part of life it’s easy to get consumed by thinking about them. But […]

Islands of Memory

Posted by on Jan 20, 2017 in Sketchbook, Vestige | No Comments
Islands of Memory

In amnestics with anterograde amnesia, memories of post-onset autobiographical experiences, if present at all, are typically barren and impoverished. However, there have been sporadic reports of islands of memory–memories that are vivid, detailed, and specific to time and place. Memory is hard to define. It’s hard to describe what it is that you see when […]

Somewhere You Loved

Posted by on Jan 19, 2017 in Sketchbook, Vestige | No Comments
Somewhere You Loved

Every time you recall a memory the proteins that form the memory are reconstructed. Memory isn’t an inert piece of data that sits dormant until accessed, it’s continually being destroyed and recreated; dying and being reborn. Every time the proteins coalesce and the neurons fire a little piece of the memory is changed. Remembering is an act […]

Lost in a Forest of Neurons

Posted by on Jan 18, 2017 in Sketchbook, Vestige | No Comments
Lost in a Forest of Neurons

There she stands amidst a forest of neurons. A vista through every single thought you’ve ever generated. Nestled somewhere between that blanket you had as a child and lazy summer days. She stands still. So many trees lay fallen. So many memories lost. Yet this analogy isn’t quite right; “Every cell seems to have a […]

Portrait of F Schmelz

Posted by on Jan 4, 2017 in Sketchbook | No Comments
Portrait of F Schmelz

Frederick Schmelz did time in the 1920s and 1930s on numerous charges, including larceny as a bailee, fraudulent conversion and possession of cocaine. Schmelz was a shipping provider who was charged with having cocaine in his possession. He would apparently provide a client with a sample of good quality cocaine and then sell them a […]