The Octopus Catcher

music : pianochocolate

The octopus is a creature of grace; one can not say such a creature has dexterity
for the octopus has no fingers, and yet dexterity, nimbleness and the physical intelligence
of a dancer all belong to the octopus. The octopus is a hunter; a master of catching the
hidden and the evasive. In Martyn Blundell’s film, The Octopus Catcher, the human,
octopus and film-maker are indistinguishable from each other; and the poignancy of
survival and death alongside the sheer beauty of practiced, physical craft are caught
in the film-maker’s frames.  Mark Goodwin 2014

I'll be showing 'Convalescent Fade' and 'The Octopus Catcher' at the
Ayuntamiento in Pontevedra, Spain in January. Private view is on the 22nd January.
Everyone is welcome!

22 things to be


new drawings

3 new drawings from the drawing in Spain trip last month. Feels like a millions miles away now.

Reasons for liking a place

Because it's warm
Because it's far away
Because it’s so beautiful it makes you ache
Because you can hide there
Because her dress brushed my legs


two ways of looking at things
two ways to tell the truth
two girls holding hands
two ways to keep us apart
two spaces between three ideas
two echoes of a whispered voice
two voices quietly discovering they can never be apart
two circles on top of each other
two sides to every story
two pretending to be one
two halves of the same shared dichotomy
two hands holding two hands
two pieces of a mirror reflecting, two perfectly symmetrical ideas
two sharing a perfect mirage under a perfect sky
two reflecting on the space between them
two perfect reflections
two shadows of a impossible future
two pieces that fit together immaculately
two inarticulate broken screams
two crying for each other
two sad voices
two identical with themselves
two identical wounds made with the same instrument
two dreams reflected in each others' eyes
two dreams of a single future
two impossible desires split in half and put back together, badly
two sleeping abandoned shapes in a two silent rooms
two dreaming impossible futures shaped like the moon
two folding interwoven differences
two parallel ideas unfolding together
two pieces of paper folded together
two twins entwined
two chances, both impossible
two twice
two twisted sad stories 
two too close
two up, two down
two complicated echoes
two mirrors, infinity, twice
two for the price of one
two bound binery 
two too far apart
two mouths, one perfect kiss

our time

Our house in the woods is far away
Our friends are in England 
Our time is now
Our hands are warm and the sun is on our backs
Our past will not come between us
Our lips touch occasionally
Our future is entwined 
Our hearts are broken (and)
Our dreams are broken
Our goals are the same
Our friends are different
Our lies are pure and transparent
Our trust is working
Our work is silent
Our love is not like friendship
Our ideas are coloured by a desire for new things
Our country doesn't exist
Our colours are chromophobic 
Our distance keeps us connected
Our love is star-crossed
Our bed is broken
Our evenings are full of laughter
Our doctor is trying to help us
Our progress is slow but sure
Our nurse is exhausted
Our sickness is pure
Our patience is endless
Our story has been told before
Our troubles belong to you
Our lessons won't be learnt
Our time will pass
Our mistakes will be repeated
Our will love shine on
Our love will belong to others 
Our love is a mistake that is eternal 
Our story is timeless

reasons to carry a sarong when travelling

to sit on it on a beach or dirty bus
as a tablecloth on a picnic
to wear it as a skirt or dress 
to cover yourself up in a place of worship
as curtains in a cheap hotel
as a sheet in a cheap hotel
as a towel 
to carry things in
to change on the beach 
as sling if you break your arm
for carrying a baby
to keep the sun off 
as a windbreak
as a tow rope
to climb a coconut tree
as a sail on a boat
to tie up your friend
to hang yourself with
to keep away people selling sarongs
to help carry a cactus
to blindfold your partner in some kind of erotic game
to help you breath in a sandstorm

Done the green ones...