Im sure you will agree with me that this is simply fantastic. Its almost from my memory, something once so vivid, now fading away, little bits of the memory fading each time. Such wonderful yummy browns, oh how I would adore this upon my wall…

…alas to do this I would have to attatch it to my walls somehow and Im scared. This week I managed to fix a boiler with my own hands…im worried that taking the next step to applying nails into the wall will cause the whole damn thing to fall down.

…im in the market for methods of applying things to walls without harming the wall.

Do have a further look at the work of koofer44 by having a click here

To combat the yesterdayness of todays morning Ive mixed in a couple of paracetemol into my coffee to aid the reduction of yesterday (twas an odd day yesterday of near mental breakdown)

A sleep does wonders!

So on to some lovely art to brighten the senses, inspire and awaken the soul, allowing it to soar high above the normal world into a place where only nice things exist I present a recent find of true lovelyness

Lula robbins: her site

Just perfect everything, the expression is soooo bob on, its simple, perfect and conveys soo much, the quality of the print, that polaroidey, vintageyness (god how ive come to detest the term ‘vintage’) Extremely lovely lovely work

I have a creative frustration. I see things I want to create in my mind, Its not exact, its a feeling, a smell, an emotion, and I’ll know when I get there…I’ve never been near, and it hurts. There has been glimmers, lots and lots of pieces of the big jigsaw, I just need to put them all together…I was almost there when I carried a snow machine and generator of miles of hills, I still have the scars.

But this chap has reached perfection, they are perfect, and so close to what I see in my brain..before looking at these stick some of Danny Elfmans more spookier adventures on..may I present Arthur Berzinsh:

Its a perfect mix of mediums, inspiring and wonderful, for more check out his site:

http://www.berzinsh.lv/photo.php

Coffee 2……

I sat there, crammed in with the rest of the over perfumed holiday goers upon my boeing 737 (I say my, as one day i will own it, rip out the insides and replace with a field)

We started to Taxi out onto the runway, the speaker system had a kylie minogue CD on, the air started to get warm as the various perfumes and sweats started to mix...”i just cant get you out of my head…” …Yep there we are, somebody opens a packed of bloody boiled sweets and begins sucking away loudly,“Boy your loving is all I think about”… the air now joined by one more sickly sweet smell…I start to raise out of my body and look down on myself sat amongst all this, ever so slightly worried that I’m turning into Hannibal Lector with my distaste for the rude (minus the cannibalism (as of yet) ) ..“I just can’t get you out of my head”

Then I went on Holiday.

Then I came back (the same cd playing on the plane)

Then I saw these today which are rather nice arent they!

Misty, musty and moody, nothing crisp, nothing real or certain. Feels like we are watching these things happen and we shouldn’t be due to the restraining orders. Peeking through pin holes into these people’s world

Ive always wanted to have a serious bash at pinhole photography, i seem to remember somebody making a pinhole wheelybin camera?

Such a contrast from kylie, boiled sweets and perfume, these are full of fresh air, I see them in a lovely cosey room, roaring fire, candles, glass of red wine, scrabble on the table.

The artist is Ken Rosenthal, the name sounds so familiar at the moment although i cant remember why at the moment! See many more here:

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/

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