Time Ticks

Posted on September 9, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Blog, Blogging, Gravity, Space, Thinking, Time, Universe, WritingLeave a comment

PicsArt_1536439451689 It does! I started writing this over 12 hours ago but then the battery on my tablet went flat so I had to wait until now .

Anyway, time does tick by, sometimes I know exactly when the alarm is going to go off, and it does. I can wake up a second before the alarm clock goes off….nothing is clicking or whirring or spinning to give me a cue or a clue. Same with the alarm on our oven, last night I got up from my chair to check it just before it went off.

One explanation is the brain has tiny cells beating regularly giving us a sense of time. There are also electric nodes in your heart that regulate your heartbeat, and your breathing is a regular rhythm allowing you to get just the right amount of air.

But what is time, why do we feel times arrow? Why does a cup fall and then break as it hits the floor? Why isn’t it on the floor then bouncing back up onto the table, reforming from smashed to solid in a second? There is something called entropy, everything breaks down over time. Everything tends towards chaos. The Universe is cooling, as space expands. Astrophysicists speak of the heat death of the universe as everything spreads out and cools towards absolute zero. Galaxies are flying away from each other. If things continue, in many billions or trillions of years, we would have completely black skies, no stars in sight. Our Sun will have cooled to a husk of burnt matter and all the other Stars will fly off away for us. There is something called red shift, as galaxies move away their light shifts towards the red end of the spectrum, the larger the red shift the faster they are moving. There are theories about things called dark energy and dark matter that try to explain this, but I wouldn’t know where to start with that aspect of space time.

Time ticks for everything, although time may not actually exist, it might just be our way of measuring the passing of things happening, but not understanding the universe. But if it is real there may be an advantage of time. The end of the universe or more likely its continuous, infinite existence, will not happen in our time. But a long long long time in the future.

Twins

Posted on September 8, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Art, Creative writing, Digital art, Digital doodles, Poetry, TwinLeave a comment

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Topsy Turvey,

Twins delight,

Equal and separate,

Day and night.

Each a mirror of the other,

Turned around

And upside down,

Genes and cells

Devise new life,

Twinned and linked,

Try as they might,

To be seperate

To be free,

Each one connected,

You and me.

Looking out

Posted on September 8, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Blogging, Creative writing, Digital doodle, Drawing on photo, Very short story, Writing2 Comments

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The eye peeps out, looking into the street, one clear square of glass, the rest opaque, hiding the room beyond.

A glimpse of an eye, now gone. The rusting bars of the window still hold firm grip of the blackened glass. No splits or cracks, just that small patch where once there was..a blue eye? Almost missed, only glanced at.

Do I knock on the door next to the window? Or ignore it and walk by. The dilemma is not knowing which to choose. Who (or what ) is in there? It could be a homeless person, a drunk, a security guard. I am alone, walking down an old alley way. No, I dare not chance knocking, I don’t know what the outcome might be. I might come back in daylight. I leave the window and eye behind, walking quickly….

But steps are following me……..

Love, locked shut

Posted on September 7, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Blogging, Love, Melancholy, Photography, Poetry, WritingLeave a comment

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You shackled my heart,

Love, locked shut,

You closed the gate and threw away the key.

Your love rusted away,

Stopping the blood,

Iron filings instead of red corpuscles…

Bitter cold rain blended with tears,

No love here,

No more love, no more light,

Fastened in and imprisoned,

The dove turned to stone.

Take flight through one tiny gap.

Find new love,

Unbarred.

When cats stare….

Posted on September 7, 2018 Posted in Cat, UncategorizedTagged Blogging, Cat, Photos, Presence, Spooky, Stare6 Comments

Late at night, my cat suddenly stares into the other room, somehow aware of something in there. I look but there is nothing but darkness, no sound, no movement, no figure, nothing except an old armchair.

It doesn’t happen often, but I feel sure my cat is seeing something in another realm that we cannot see. Cats eyes are so accurate, catch every ray of light, every glimmer or speck of movement. Reflecting them back in the dark as shining pools of mother of pearl, glimmering, unblinking.

What does he see? A previous presence? A future me? A distant spectre made visible by random fluctuations in the aether?

Nothing happens, he continues to stare for a few moments more then relaxes and commences washing his paws.

Photowalking

Posted on September 6, 2018September 6, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Burslem, Derelict, Document, History, Industrial archaeology, Photography, Poetry, Stoke-on trent1 Comment

In 2015 I went on a photo walk organised by a friend round a local town called Burslem. The town is quite run down in places, but thats what made it interesting. Neglect sharpens architecture. Photos taken on an old vodaphone.

Green wood

Red sign,

Green door ,

Blue door,

Bricks by glass,

Breeze blocks behind window,

Rust and wood,

Blackberries colonise

With ease.

Document these,

Please.

Latest painting

Posted on September 6, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Acrylic on canvas, Art, Bag, Bird, Design, Owl, PaintingLeave a comment

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This is a painting is my owl bag. I was looking for something to paint for a still life and decided to paint him.

I don’t know whooo made the bag, but he gets admiring glances all the time…whooo ever the designer was I thank you!

Acrylic on canvas about 6 inches square….

Owl is a hoot!

Old slides

Posted on September 6, 2018September 6, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Art, College, Photography, Polytechnic, Slides, Student workLeave a comment

I just found some old slides from when I was at college. I have not got a light box so I have had to try and hold them up to the light while photographing them with my tablet.

My question to any photographers out there is can you get slides turned into old style photographs or get them digitally stored? I included the surrounding borders of the slides because they add to my memories of the time.

There are some more but I will try and post them later perhaps.

Youdraw pictures

Posted on September 6, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Black and white, Blogging, Design, Drawing, Pictures, Website, Work, YoudrawLeave a comment

Imagine a website where you can only draw in a small oblong in portrait mode. Imagine you only have a thick and thin black pen and a thick and thin white eraser. Then imagine drawing complicated images with only these tools.

That’s Youdraw, I don’t go on it anymore because my old computer is defunct and my tablet does not let me use a proper stylus pen.

The images above are my drawings, taken from the site and then changed in Photoshop so that I could colour them.

I found it captivating to be able to use the site to draw so many ideas. The shape was better suited to portraiture, but you could fit landscapes in, abstract ideas, botanical images, anything black and white. Some of the artists there could draw incredibly detailed pictures, one person at least built up a huge interconnected picture of 100 images, maybe more.

If you go and have a look at Youdraw.com you can see what is there now. I’m not sure if its still taking images. The plan was to collect 500,000 drawings to publicise the population explosion on Earth.

Hopefully I will go back and draw there again one day.

Sky, trapped.

Posted on September 5, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Blue, Bricks, Creative writing, Digital photographs, Photography, Poetry, Sky, Stoke-on trent, Tiles, WallsLeave a comment

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Your sky is trapped up high,

Below the stars you spy

Cerulean blues,

Ultramarine hues.

Tiles and bricks embrace

a pale blue face,

Reflecting windows catch the rays

of sunlight dappling through leaves.

No clouds can dampen your topaz sight.

slow shading to darkest night.

Trapped blue, without rain,

tomorrow shine out again.

Mallaband-Brown

Author: artbychristinemallabandbrown