Pylons, The honeybees of a developing city Over flowerbeds and bike racks Making way for city plots and Parking lots, and 40 storeys-- Tales tales Which wake us in the Early morning Cracked concrete and reversal beeps. Playgrounds removed And replaced, Children displaced, Our rent rising As old homes fall.
For all the friends I tore up, When I was torn up. I’m sorry for your scars.
Sick love Bites tongues And kisses lips without Sincerity.
"Nevertheless, in every kind of human communication, there are always going to be things that one cannot translate. No matter what the language, there are gaps and absences." "I became very interested in these kinds of vacillations and in how they are expressed through physical places and psychics states." "Once I was able to... Continue Reading →
On a map I could draw lines from Britain to Jamaica to Canada, but I could never position myself in one place. I felt my identity was always in transit: I was the journey of one country to another and never the country itself. —from my journal: "My Time with Isaac"
I disappeared for a moment, didn't I? I'm not sure what difference it'll make if I say sorry, so I won't do that. Although I haven't been posting characters or new blog posts that doesn't mean I'm not working on new things.But, I'm back... sort of. I'm currently curating and writing for an upcoming exhibition... Continue Reading →
I'm constantly impressed by the way in which the film industry uses new innovative marketing techniques to bring watchers to the theatres. This is the marketing for Kubo and the Two Strings, it includes an interactive game and trailer. The geek in me loves their constant effort to keep such a treasured media alive... Continue Reading →