Ninga discovers cats creep

 At first the turtle seemed to be able to cope with the idea of height but then his brains got the better of him and like the rest of us he started seeking structure and security.

 The turtle was a present from matt Page who just snuck it out of his pockets and self conciously said something like"I've got you a present. Is this any good for you". I really like the idea of presents. Sometimes it would be nice to arrive at the studio and find a little pile of presents left at the door as if somebody else was taking control of the creative process.

Many years ago whilst I was a Foundation student I created a sculpture that was some stairs that started in a pit and then ended in mid air. In some ways I saw it as a fold away sculpture in that if you folded the top half away it would snuggly fo back into the ground. Maybe it came from being a boy scout and when you dug a fire pit you always hung onto the turf to replant over the patch where the fire had been when you had finished with it.

Chinese whispers

 

 

Most probably best left unsaid.

Don Quixote meets San Sebastian.

Memories of Honor Daumier.

Landscape Pillar reworked

In retrospect the piece needed a a bit more time to develop.

landscape walking

I am in the process of making a large scale version of this one that I will be taking back into the landscape and walking with it.

Landscape pillar

In the British landscape tradition....maybe.

"I think that could go back to the time when people had to live in small groups of relatives-maybe 50 or 100 people at the most. And evolution or God or whatever arranged things genetically, to keep the little families going, to cheer them up, so that they could all have somebody to tell stories around the campfire at night and somebody else to paint pictures on the walls of the caves, and somebody else who wasn't afraid of anything and so on.

That's what I think. And of course a scheme like that doesn't make sense anymore, because simply moderate giftedness has been made worthless by the printing press and radio and television and satellites and all that. A moderately gifted person who would have been a community treasure a 1000 years ago has to give up, has to go into some other kind of work, since modern communications put him or her into daily competition with nothing but world's champions.

The entire planet can get along nicely now with maybe a dozen champion performers in each of human giftedness. A moderately gifted person has to keep his or her gifts all bottled up until, in a manner of speaking, he or she gets drunk at a wedding and tap dances on the coffee table like Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers. We call him or her an "exhibitionist".

How do we reward such an exhibitionist? We say to him or her the next morning, 'Wow! Were you ever drunk last night!' ".

Kurt Vonnegut - Bluebeard.