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Posted on August 11, 2015

August Inspiration #1: Pink Trailer with Plymouth

Pink Trailer with Plymouth – a static caravan. Beaten up, weathered, weeds growing out from under it, damp and humid.

Pink Trailer with Plymouth (1974) August Inspiration #1

An old car. Everything sepia tinged, seventies-style, with the whiff of summers’ past.

Plastic beakers and portable toilets and showers smaller than…everything. Chintzy curtains and sofas that fold into beds and wooden balustrades, ornate but dusty. Jigsaws and card games and abandoned colouring books, the lids off felt-tips, drying out yet staining the padded velour seats of the sofa.

That’s how this postcard inspired me: with nostalgia and a certain kind of longing for a time gone by. Sort of.

Just a feeling really and a happiness too; taking pleasure in the simple, the mundane, the less than perfect. Memories and adventures. Trailers and camping and caravan parks and losing a glove in Anglesey.

I picked it up at the IKON gallery in Birmingham.

The image is by John Salt and is called ‘Pink Trailer with Plymouth‘ (1974)

Thanks John Salt.

Does this postcard inspire you?

Posted on January 7, 2015

The jellyfish metaphor

Do you feel a bit like this jellyfish? A bit slapped about by life; exhausted; soulless; queasy; cast adrift?

A dead jellyfish

It’s January. It’s understandable.

The day I spotted this jellyfish washed up on the beach my first thought was: did it have a happy life? Maybe it transcended this life for another, finding a mesmerising new ocean in the sky ?

But it never had a heart or a brain. Not like you.

It didn’t have the chance to pursue new hobbies or learn a language, save for the language of the sea. Without a brain to think and plan, it simply existed. But as humans, there is so much more in the world.

Live, conquer, swim! Be good, be kind, be grateful and buoyant through choppy seas. Find the light. Transcend the day-to-day and make your inner jellyfish proud.

Read: interesting jellyfish facts.

Posted on December 9, 2014

2 lonely tea cups

What do you think when you see this image?

2 lonely tea cups

I think it is a bit of a metaphor for loneliness, or ‘the difference between us’, or a brightly coloured ‘yin and yang’.

It feels sad somehow, but also like it could spark off a story. The tea cups are mis-matched, or perhaps perfectly matched; clinging together on their ‘together but separate’ islands of doubt.

Where is this place? Who drank out of those cups? Is it festive (with the red and the green)?

Who knows? Who cares? What happens to all the lonely tea cups in the world, and is this where they all go to ‘die’?

This is at the heart of the anti-inspiration ethos. See. Think.



Posted on November 30, 2014

A face in the (garage) door #facesinthings

There is a row of lock-up garages near me.

When I walk by each dirty door I could get depressed because they are all green and black with mould and spores and to be honest, the whole construction is a blot on the landscape.

Why doesn’t each owner clean his or her own door(s)? Why are they painted the worst colour of all for showing dirt? (White: I besmirch your good and pure association.)

Why couldn’t they be red or black or attacked by rabid street artists with a Banksy aesthetic?

Mouldy Garage Door

But then I pause, stop, look a moment longer, and yes. Yes I can see it. A face in the dirt. A face visible through the machinations of this lock-up door.

The padlocks on either side are the exhausted, non-plussed eyes and the handle in the middle is a nose and the keyhole is the cute, slightly open mouth.

Can you see it?

Now that I’ve seen, it I can’t not see it. Inside that garage door there is a personality trying to get out. The pattern of scratches at the bottom only add to this notion for me. It could be dogs or hail or children off the leash.But in my head, it isn’t any of those things.

Look beyond the obvious. Seek and you shall discover. You never know what you might find.

See more faces in things.


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