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Just going to quickly jot some thoughts down. Thinking about the role of symbols in our thought. How images that we carry in our minds mold our subsequent cognition, how it is as if the form of the images/representations that we take of the world come to delimit what we are then able to see/think, or at least, to influence it, maybe to facilitate it. Our representations as symbols, because they

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A while ago, Mr. shaj mohan said that my work was always about taking something away. I wasn't sure what he meant, but just this week I think I might be getting an idea. My work is always a focus or close up on something, with an interest in transforming what that thing is a little, making it look a bit like it's not the thing that it is. I can see now, that the taking away, could be about

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mute (adj.) late 14c., mewet "silent," from O.Fr. muet, dim. of mut, mo, from L. mutus "silent, dumb," probably from imitative base *mu- (cf. Skt. mukah "dumb," Gk. myein "to be shut," of the mouth). Assimilated in form in 16c. to L. mutus. The verb is first attested 1861. Related: Muted; muting. Musical noun sense first recorded 1811, of stringed instruments, 1841, of horns.

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I've been away, and pondering on this notion of natural history (since I'm writing a thesis on Adorno's take on it). A new found fascination for animal classification and the natural world as object of study is burgeoning, though these pictures don't really reflect that as they are still very romantic and I'm not sure they pull off any convincing scientific objectivity. Wow, without even

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Just giving myself a moment of distraction while reading Adorno's Metaphysics: Concepts and Problems. He has it that all concepts initially arise as abstractions from matter, and therefor, concepts refer to the residual material world - the two are tied, and when we conceptualise, conceptualising does not occur at the cost of the material it supersedes (idealism) but is in fact a result of the

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In a discussion this evening I was reminded of an image I took in Greece, 2008, and how I had been thinking of Eva Hesse when I had composed it. It's nice to see it again.

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There's a process that is being undertaken by reading a lot of philosophy, from entering into philosophy, within the philosophical. And as the categories and concepts that philosophy refers to are being interrogated - clarified, so it seems are the fundamental elements of life and living. I'm thinking about images again. I'm also thinking about nature, second nature and the dialectical

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This is the only excerpt I could find of 'London' by Patrick Keiller (1992) on youtube. I didn't want to focus on the political element of the film, but as I said, it's the only bit I could find. The film is WONDERFUL and well well worth a watch for it's ideas, beautiful shots, interesting composition... A narrative is spoken by Paul Scofield of his journey through London with Robinson, his

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This will be the last installment of posts from my trip to Cornwall in December. I welcome the distance that a bit of time passing grants me when selecting images - I felt in December after taking the photos the immediate rush of quantity and possibility, now I'm more -er- discerning. The first two images continue a formal interest of mine - using the photograph's rectangle shape to draw in

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In this amazing moment that Egypt has created for all of us, I'll slip in some more photos from Egypt, winter 2008/9. Alexandria  (The Mediterranean) Abu Simbel   Aswan Luxor The Nile

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I've been meaning to continue this small project I set myself in December, to blog a series on my thoughts and experiences of (the) Cornish landscape after a trip I made there. I've had the following post in mind for over a month, and inevitably it has now changed as what seems interesting to me enough to post has changed with the subsequent delay. The previous posts were made with the landscape

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These photos are from my two months in Egypt over the winter of 2008-2009. My heart goes out to this beautiful country.

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Want to post a brief THANKS to everyone who has left a comment over the last few weeks - I am intending to respond and every comment is a thrill to receive. Not quite sure though if you are one person responding many times or many people responding once... ...ta very much.

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When I left Newlyn Art Gallery I wondered down to the Harbour. With all my questions buzzing around, I found myself trying to square up the act of framing shots and finding interest and/or satisfaction in creating images, with this problematic of art as politics, art as social activator. Do pretty pictures affirm the status quo? Can I make images that can contribute to a green politics? Mostly,

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Went to see three exhibitions over the last two days, all in the Penwith Peninsular of Cornwall: Richard Cook at The Exchange, Penzance; Unfold at Newlyn Art Gallery, Newlyn; and Peter Lanyon at Tate St. Ives, St.Ives. The three exhibitions are jostling about in my mind as I try to make sense of them, physically framed by my extraneous wanderings in the Cornish landscape and the clever use of

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Just went for a walk along the seafront in Penzance, Cornwall. Saw many Pied Wagtails for the first time, as well as the Rock Pipit   and the Turnstone. All very exciting for me as these birds don't visit London.

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...look at the little feet!

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Still on the natural trip. Just watched the first three episodes of the series Birds Britannia - a really excellent historical and cultural overview of the UKs relationship with birds. It lead me to research Jeremy Mynott and his book Birdscapes. I haven't read it, but am intrigued to after listening to this podcast (on Podularity - wasn't sure who in particular to credit). The crossovers

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I have a habit of underlining bits of text as I read that feel particularly resonant to me in some way. Usually the resonance comes from an argument suddenly opening into another element or avenue (plane) that therefore connects up areas I hadn't before seen the linkage between. I thought I would extract these bits of text and see what they collate into as a collection of such openings."...the

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Been on a bit of an environmentalist one recently. Just watched this, a film shown on UK Channel 4 about unorthodox views from within the environmentalist movement. It was difficult to watch - one 'green taboo' after another was demolished, advocates arguing for the use of nuclear power and GM food.Made me think of Žižek's bit in An Examined Life:The connection between the two is that they both

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The Horniman houses these creatures. The lack of flash on my camera means that you can't see the neon colouring they exhibit in UV light, but maybe you can imagine what an incredible sight it was.Looking at animals is always a challenge to imagine life without ego-based consciousness and a more profound challenge to live an ethics of equality that takes life without ego-based consciousness into

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Enjoyed Wolfgang Tillmans at The SerpentineExcited by Newspeak: British Art Now at The Saatchi GalleryStill letting the thought of 'assemblage' float around. Both shows seemed to show an aesthetic of assemblage - the composition/juxtaposition/assemblage of different registers of meaning within one piece or installation.Tillmans is all photography, but the images show great variety of subject

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"In Woman is incarnated in positive form the lack that the existant carries in his heart, and it is in seeking to be made whole through her that man hopes to attain self-realisation." Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex, p173 The White Ribbon It takes a positive act to enable a gesture. In depression, contraction, the plane of extension, gesture, unfurling, action becomes inhibited. All writing

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The first of these videos is a part of the view from a pub window, right on the Thames. It's the changing colours that made me want to record it. As often happens, once you do something with the original impulse, some other interest wakes up. It's as if after videoing water, the next step is to think about the framing of that video of water. I find myself making another video with the

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Edward AbbeyMugabe and the White African, Channel 4The fold of one 'half' over the other - a geological fold, physical land based in my imagination.The camera, we/I moves from the partition (head on) between the halves and takes the dominant's side.Woman is folded over,unseen unheard from beneath Man's enfoldment.Man seeks/achieves transcendence by overcoming Woman (animal) - Woman seeks

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AgacinskiThe sensitive objectTO TRYEmpiricism vs. Conceptualism ╚► out of this an -No Theory experiential mode of DOING art emerges.Representing the non-representable through the transformation of painting, through the mystery of the process

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Am greatly enjoying the Haris Epaminonda exhibition at Tate Modern. I may or may not write about why.Saw the exhibition Unto This Last at Raven Row. One piece, 'Common Knowledge' really chimed with me. Again, may or may not write about why.

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Sounds: roaring sea, birdsong. Smell: fresh green, earth.

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Just arrived back in London after a week camping in Cornwall. Still glowing with the wonder of it. A glimpse:

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We took these yesterday, on a delicious walk from Broadway Market to Regent's Park, all across North London and along the canal. Beasts to follow.My favourites..

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Re: post below...Writing an essay on Novalis' text Fichte Studies. Mostly I'm thinking about how to re-enact the movements he employs in both the concepts he explores and the flow of his text.The movement is like this:One thing moves forward. It meets something that divides it into two. Two things move forward. They meet something that synthesises them back together. Synthesis is more ideal than

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Hola!Grappling a bit with intention again. Not only trying to decide what I want this blog to become, but wondering how to make the changes take hold of me enough to make me apply them.For the sake of bringing abstract theoretical thoughts into life, it might be nice to post regularly about the philosophy I'm studying and how it interacts with life.Gonna try this.

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I haven't posted for three months. The lack of continuity bothers me, but I don't necessarily think inspiration should be forced. My main reasoning was that I haven't had easy internet access. And when studying I think things are going in rather than coming out. Now I'm wandering if I'll start to produce again...I started this blog last year when I was still in Crete, and it amazes me now how far

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These images were taken on a ramble through Hertfordshire in February, the day before Valentine's Day. They are probably a bit dreary, but then English Winter is.Tree lines and structures...Tree lines, rivers, routes, veins, lungs....

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Crossing the bridge this morning I watched a small gull swoop down from on high, loitering slightly over the surface of the Thames, flying artfully -twist- playfully.I thought about how that must feel, and I thought that the bird was my outer limits of experience, taking me flying while I sit in the bus. I want to revive the ancient art of augury. (Maybe not the bit about entrails though).

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Molten light thick on a tarnished floor, flows.

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Sound of an aeroplane descending echoes my growing doubt.Today I have been buzzing off of:http://kvond.wordpress.com/2009/12/02/humanities-and-ponzi-just-what-secures-the-investment-of-thought/Great post on the Humanities and the market.http://www.omniglot.com/blog/?p=1955Different names for the moon.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TEDBlog/~3/QHOOODxvVIg/cindy_gallop_ma.phpProblematic film and

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The following are lines I have scribbled on the back or in the margins of my rotas while working as a Gallery Attendant:In longing there is escape from my presenta reach for more than.An acknowledgement of my present limitations,imprisonment.Jeff Koons: funny, in your face, shocking - unreal - hyper-real, staged, ridiculous, egocentric, worrying.Exposes the crassness, nastiness of the successful

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Some quick randoms...

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Alrighty. Next stage: intermittent (guerrilla?) internet visits (get in get out), dump photos and videos and some thoughts. Disappear completely again.These shots were from the night of my 30th Birthday.

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On my walk home this evening, the last walk home after work of my Twenties. It means nothing really but I do want to mark it. Something is being said goodbye to, all the events that live in times now passed, all the people and places that are now gone. There's something about turning Thirty that offers the possibility of starting anew. Illusion maybe, but both nice and scary too. This is the

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In the background there is the constant roar of a lot of traffic passing very fast.Even the birds look a bit gloomy.

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Yesterday I went on an excursion to London's Docklands.Thames and ancient sewer brickwork: Thames and the disturbance from a passing boat: Quite different from Crete's Sea

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It's funny, I have felt stumped by a niggling worry that I cannot place myself at the moment, that I don't know where I am, as if this is a problem to be overcome and solved before I can resume an art practice or a commitment to writing regularly. I wonder how much projecting ourselves into the future is locationally influenced. In Greece I let it go, circumstances forced me to live according to

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Finally:

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Sunny ones:

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Foggy ones:

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I'm just uploading the last few Bodmin images that still command my attention in an attempt to move on.

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It's a dream of mine to make images that are of the natural and mundane realms that seem completely abstract, that is, without completely losing touch with the thing in its setting. Er, abstraction that isn't totally abstract... or at least isn't allowed to drift off to lofty heights...These three are more obviously from, and of, a journey. It was a day trip I took with my half-brothers Jacques

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The sound of a moorhen crying from the other side of the river during my run this morning was a jolt. It was the sound of an animal communicating in a language I will never understand. It was a very lonely feeling.I also saw a giant fish leap out of the water.

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Grumpy today. Though doing this is cheering me up just when I was looking forward to really wallowing in it.

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These two images strike me in ways different to the more landscapey shots I've already posted. Still from Bodmin, still marked by my sense of 'homecoming' obscured by the newness of everything, these shots hone in on things strewn about the place, found at the back of a garage etc. When lining up the camera's viewfinder with what my brain wants to see as a composed image, I am guided by a

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The pathways diverge when you look at plants, the line of stem parting to go two ways, maybe more, eventually to flower, itself an expression of future and forward motion. Skin unfurls and green shoots push and at the end something pretty blooms for a time.Over the top of the hill wind splutters with the 'mizzle' from across the moorland. The sound enters the house through drafty gaps in the

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Hi! I don't know how long it's been since I posted but I know I've been out of it, feeling the lack of commitment to something that I make.I just scanned the humongous list of blogs that I follow and haven't had a chance to look at (I have no internet at home at the moment) and had a pang for everything I'm missing. The internet keeps me connected and in conversation with art, imagery, words,

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If I could make a textual equivalent of that noise that happens when a stylus rips across an LP to mark a change, then I would. I have moved countries and am aware that everything in this blog so far has been a response to my being in Crete. I don't know yet how to make the change. I don't know yet if I will attempt to continue the previous practices in London (a shift in subject but continuation

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Horror of groundlessness, of the reset button, of losing yourself in the attempt to uncover that elusive something worth believing in.The reset button puts us back at the rawness of the experience, it sweeps away the illusions, self-fufilling structures of being that justify their own existance, the structures built to give us something to hold on to. We wipe them away and there is nothing to

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Apologies to whomever made them.

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Trying to decide which of my photos might be appreciated as a gift for my two closest friends here in Chania. These are a few of my short list:In the end this process has become a bit of an assessment of all the photos I took whilst being away in Greece and Egypt. A natural closure.

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I want to give some proper time to the blog and maybe some writing but the days are so hot that I am reduced to that of a Vogue reader (Martha Rosler antidote here).I have been feeling recently that there is a kind of illogical aesthetic to Chania though the ubiquity of being here day in day out prevents me from satisfactorily grasping and articulating it. These two photos are rough attempts to

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...I'm on fire!Sunset this evening:

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Big thanks to Sonia and Kathryn and the other folks for all your kind words :)

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I'm getting tardy I know, but there are reasons.Some observations recently in words:So many birds in cages, birds singing gloriously, nailed to a crumbling wall, above the ancient woman who keeps them there.Birds in cages outside the petshop. Chorus of competing singing and chirping to the accompaniment of terrifying Greek traffic on a tuesday morning. Birds calling to be noticed in cages.A lone

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Everything is a sensual feast at the moment and with it comes the urge to preserve or possess it all. I think that might need investigating - possession - a sign of the times or inheritance..? In my small way I wonder if my wish to hold on is because the date of my departure from Greece is looming ever closer.Today C and I went to the λαϊκή ('leiki' - street market) and gawped at the amazing

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It's really hot here. Hot in a sticky mosquito-bitten irritating and grubby kind of way. I'm not coping very well.I want to put something up though just to keep momentum. This image is a favourite from my recent trek down the Samaria Gorge. I want to write/post more about it later but the effort to concentrate is beyond me right now.

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Well, there are different ways of feeling down. I have been struggling a bit lately overcoming a stress-induced dead effect, being weighed down and with it not feeling inspiration or confidence about sharing. See-saw see-saw see-saw....This photo I think is technically poor, but what I wanted to get at was the texture and blandness-transformed-into-something......and a sneaky pigeon...

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I am deliberating over how much word I want to put on the blog. For the sake of visitors I tend to think pictures and minimal writing is enough; sometimes though I am in the mood to talk.I just went off on one with an opinion on someone else's blog:Jane McCoy's post brushing off the chips I read myself in your excellent blogpost, not just in the persona but in the analysing it after. I've spent

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Yes I may be pushing up against the line between absurdity and boredom, but I am still very much in love with pigeons. It could be a little harmless anthropomorphism, it could be an attraction to their purely instinctual being. They seem to embody 'flow'. In groups their spacial awareness causes them to make evenly balanced patterns best seen from above.And finding the odd squashed one on the

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On to one photo posts at the mo, though I think the last couple of shots are strong enough to withstand it ;)Woke with strange dreams of filming slugs and fishes in rising cave water this morning.

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Not sure if this will work but anyway.....it's the product of the last talk on Derrida I attended at LSE, over a year ago now. I don't know if it works because the pencil is too fine really for the scan, but maybe the general idea is there - responding to the discussion with both words and doodles or free-flowing pencil marks, like automatic drawing...

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Low-tech lustre.Dedicated to David Eng, Last Nights of Paris Beautiful music, beautifully sensitive.

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Solid, a bit out there on a limb.

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Like I've said before, there are so many reasons to write or to throw something out into the world. Today my ventures are like the lone survivor clinging to a piece of his broken ship, his desperate grasp at life before being dashed against the rocks in one of Poseidon's best storms. A little dramatic, but then maybe that's part of feeling melancholic - the dramatic, the performance, the identity

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There's a moment that happens when one event that we percieve jumps from its normal setting and seems to suddenly be from another reality, and in that moment the two (different) realities become one, transforming everything. I am finding these moments all over the place now and am thinking of it as phenomenological observation. I'm preoccupued trying to put the experience into words.This is what

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Current topics of interest:crystalise - a moment in time, of time, a realising, the birth of a structurerevelation as disclosure, uncoveringphenomenological description vs writerly imaginationmothering, mothership, as a state and conceptfacing the world with our viewfinders already configured to see according to the structures we already knowdestroying structures, destroying worldviews, in order

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4th June 2009Souvlaki yoghurt round our lips, cold flat chips left neglected, perhaps my writing is nothing more than an excersize in self-deception. Effect, building a life, beer to drink.

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