3.6.12 - 15.5.12

3.6.12 - myself and possessions are ready to be thrown into a box and moved up the road - as soon as a destination is clarified.

2.5.12 - Delivered some artwork to Bolton and bought a very good hat for keeping the rain off my head (and also makes me look a little rakish) - it may be noticed that the images in my diary have little correspondence with the text I add below them- or that you may notice that the image or the text has no bearing on anything at all and is nearly or entirely intangible.

1.6.12 - 2nd exhibition at the Bankley Gallery.  The first being this and my second being this.
There isn't much comparison.

31.5.12 -  culminating in a dazed dead head whirlpool to the self centre
Time becomes an object rather than a subject.
Thoughts are formed to be private and screeching.

30.5.12 - Cells ignore individuality and flock into tight knots of copycat strands of normality.
I have a good chance of being normal.
Does this mean I am actually losing after all?

29.5.12 - the spinal green barrier liquifies, condenses and allows interchanging - an urge for escapism. 

28.5.12 - Just one more reason why I don't want to go to anymore house parties.  Tribal weekend rituals become a part of a society of ants. 

27.5.12 - A diagram of a proposed house move.

26.5.12 - remember I once added together a lot of numbers that were significant to me and came up with the number 26.  For some reason I built a superstition around this number and ended up thinking that I would likely die at the age of 26.  This obviously never happened.... unless perhaps it did - (if you were to die would your mind be in so much shock that it would imagine itself to be alive - like in some deep internal microcosm of your head some spark was pretending to be you. If that was the case then perhaps there's no need to fear death simply because you'll always find a way to trick yourself into being alive.)

25.5.12 - I typed about 20 old notebooks up on my computer a few years back just so I could recycle the paper and free up some space.  The majority of these were first draft ideas, stories, essays, attempts at poetry and lyrics and an awful lot of scribbled drawings.  Inside these notebooks there was a general air of confusion and a terribly overbearing malaise and self indulgence.

24.5.12 - in the same time illusion - tricking it’s inhabitants blocking the view of the clean areas .

23.5.12 - the same objects placed at different angles in different places.

22.5.12 - Skeletal structure and spinal column supporting a head of void stood on a circle of decline.  Power is limited to convey garbled basics blueprint fragments of the complex and uncomplex matters of the heart association 

21.5.12 - the red rift breathes in the blue squares and swallows them in towards doorways, conduits and pathways . 

20.5.12 - an atmospheriod breaks through the linear something into a moment of action.  Taking a situation or scenario completely based in the abstract within my head and attempting to make it into a coherent sensical readable thread which means something to everyone.
Invite a visitation - return nothing of value.

19.5.12 - the plans for movement take on a definitive shape to leave the piles of others' tasks that mount up all over my internal scenery.   Cut old notepads and envelopes from an accumulated mess into a cabinet of everything. 

18.5.12 - non continuous yellow spark into red listfulness.

17.5.12 - the excursion of a bleak mountain region over a faked dark region of nothing.

16.5.12 - A stab into the empty.  Develop ways of working with negative space.  

15.5.12 - This is a photocopier photocopying nothing at all in full colour.  The blur of green would be the lid of the photocopier.