Please do bear with me for this post, I have pushed the threshold seldom pushed on a Wednesday afternoon…the third coffee.

Do you have a fire within? Im sure everybody does, and if not I’m sure you can start your own with the correct wood and kindling of inspiration gathered by the Ray Mears of art.

When In the right place, at the right time, things can come together to create magical experiences that send shivers down your spine, make hairs stand on end and fill you with warmth and satisfaction, yes this sounds very much like the third coffee warmth and satisfaction but I talk of a different satisfaction, one of the soul.

I have them now and then, these wondrous occasions, I can remember them for weeks, months and even years later. One that springs to mind are disneyland fireworks.

Shown here in this youtube they are nice, but when you’re there and you feel them thundering through your body, you’re sweaty and tired from the day, your senses a little subdued almost like after a drink or two of sherry, the music, the smells, sites and colours all blend together to form this ‘thing’ I speak of.

There’s many of these ‘things’ and they can pop up anywhere…I have a desire to create these ‘things’ I’ll do what ever is required, sacrificing my own happiness,my own money, time, sweat and hair…I have burning need to create them.

Is this just me? do others share these desires? or should I talk to a professional immediately?

I haven’t been able to get in contact with the artist behind this, or even discover his real name…which I must admit seems to add a lovely air of mystery, a lovely fresh breath of breath fresh air with all this james smith photography jennifer smith photography, johnny john john photography etc…this is just a piece of art, not art by x, just art. Once more I ramble.

I don’t think I even need to say anything at all about this, it speaks for itself of walks with doggies named albert on a sunday evening whilst the lamb slowly cooks in the oven (hopefully with garlic and rosemary).

It reminds me of my visits to Preston hospital, precisely at 6pm everyday (I don’t remember the exact time, but it was the same time every day) thousands upon thousands of birds would fill the sky and fly in unison, weaving complicated patterns, weaving back in on itself like a twisted lovely oozy lavalamp.

I adore this image, its warm and makes me think of heaven. I leave this messy ramble with something from Anne Frank that seems to sum up what I feel about this piece of lovelyness:

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.

More from the same artist:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/fracturedfotos/863085984/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/fracturedfotos/994459855/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/fracturedfotos/668842402/

There’s something lovely and warm about this, its simple, beautiful and totally unpretentious. I love the fact its called tree and its just a tree, maybe im rambling due to excessive coffee intake this morning, but I love this tree, sitting by herself, quietly overlooking the world.Its autumn and winter and fireplaces and hot chocolate and whisky and candles. She’s like an old friend of the family…I’m probably not making any sense at all here, but I adore this tree, i hope she’s okay and survives the cold winter…See J Wests’s galleries here:http://jwest1980.deviantart.com/art/tree-62745020

I have a little folder that lives on my desktop (my virtual desktop as my real desktop is full of wires of unknown purpose) in this folder I put things that make me smile, think or even cry.

I’ve had a number of images from curlytops gallery residing in this folder for some time now.

From the instant I saw these images they seemed to speak to me, speak to me of good and bad times past, full of warmth and real emotion, they don’t seemed faked in anyway, like snapshots of life how the brain would store them (or at least how I hope my brain stores them). They just light some kind of warm candle inside of me.

If you look at anything today, please look at these galleries and light your own little warm candle.

http://curlytops.deviantart.com/gallery/

Laflaneuse I consider to be an deliciously intense photographer.  Her art gently massages my soul, tempting out forgotten memories to be then released as a furious mind swirl, purging free further lost sensations and thoughts….. an exhilarating yet strangely exhausting experience.  This simple image offers an overwhelming display of delicate details, details one would absorb whilst lazily sprawled on moist grass, greedily soaking into every pore the new warmth of spring. If you wish to be taken on an exceptionally unique journey..Please visit her gallery on deviant art:http://laflaneuse.deviantart.com/

Matt Caplin, a photographer of young age with profound visions.  We travel on his creative train  into her world of popped balloons filled with glitter,  sticky chocolate cake stains, bulging story books with turned back corners and ridgid itchy pink netting on fairy costumes. A perfectly perfect place oozing with perfect imperfections.

Known more for his black & white work, but I’ve always adored his colour images always bright, bold and not quite right in some spooky way and he’s done it again with this image which just seems spot on, not quite there red and purples and greens all tempting my eyes in… Menacing with a dark eerie shadow on the right like some shadowy lost style monster ready to envelop whoever sits down.

Gone a bit pompous and chin strokingly there I appologise.

You can just picture it in a trendy frame on a trendy wall in a trendy flat…just a chair on its own. It seems to bring back loads of not quite complete memories to the front of my brain.

See more of Kals work here:

http://www.pbase.com/shangheye

More examples of Kal’s colournessness:

http://www.pbase.com/shangheye/image/49361587

http://www.pbase.com/shangheye/image/53184342

http://www.pbase.com/shangheye/image/47656644

There’s something so fantastic about these, real and tangible, full of emotion and this ‘realness’ I keep harping on about, light has physically created these things, and they actually exist somewhere rather a digital file full of pixels and nibbles. A breath of blinking fresh air with all these clean crisp digital photos flying around the interweb full of photoshop.

“Polaroid 600s - hung so the drying emulsion dripped into the shapes that form the female figures, and other aspects that define living with a woman’s body. Some emulsion was also moved whilst drying, for the same reasons. They were then re-photographed and uploaded”

See the full range of images on Ruth’s site:
http://www.pbase.com/ruthemily/trapped

Also a must see her lensless images