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An original poem by Neil Gaiman, narrated by Peter Kenny, and directed and animated by Anna Eijsbouts, Hate For Sale is already three years old. It could have been commissioned yesterday.
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Back in late April, we took a walk into the local woods to see the bluebells and green frills of young Spring foliage, but I was very much more drawn to the sullen pond sitting in shadow below the eaves of the trees. The soupiness of this small body of water shouldn’t have been in…
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Our previous kick-about together was a game on the theme of happy shades, which originated a showcase of reflective, nostalgic and mediative responses. Phil Cooper’s Orpheus-inspired prompt has led some of us at least down some shadowier, more mysterious paths, as we consider alternate worlds and the allure of leaving this one.
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Directed by Andrew Thomas Huang, Solipsist is as arresting as it is difficult to categorise. It’s the film David Cronenberg would make if David Cronenberg was big into craft, or it’s a Frank Oz cheese dream. What I relish most about this film is the way it combines physical costumes and puppetry with green screen/cgi…
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I was introduced to Joni Mitchell’s 1971 album, Blue, when I was a first year undergraduate at art college. Maybe this is when everyone first hears the album? It certainly reads like a cliché now I’ve written it down.
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I know, I know. There’s been a whole world of grass-themed posts on here over the last few weeks. Blame the good weather. Blame the lock-down. Blame the Kent countryside. Blame Monet’s and his fetish for haystacks. In my defence, this particular grass was snapped all the way back in the late Summer of 2014…
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Lilium ‘Night Flyer’ in the late afternoon sun was an impressive sight – nearly black flowers revealing the deepest, richest reds and licks of orange flame. Lilium ‘Night Flyer’ in the early morning after the night’s rain, lit by the soft-box of the clouds, was something else again; black petals reflecting white, droplets of water…
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Next to the flowering meadow of wild grasses in all their variance, there is a large field of young wheat, glaucous, uniform in habit and in height, but tipped with spindrift by the gentle play of the wind. Again, in place of an actual space, I could see only brush marks on a flat surface,…
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This image is joyous – like a shoal of outlandish helium balloons. It looks to me like you were really enjoying yourself, translating your Miro-verse ‘anchovies’ into 3D existence…
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“An experiment in pure design by film artists Norman McLaren and Evelyn Lambart. Lines, ruled directly on film, move with precision and grace against a background of changing colors, in response to music specially composed for the films.”
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