in these times of social networking

it's easy to skim the timeline

click 'like'

post a comment:

yes we're all happy here

see the photos to prove it:

but are they?

are we?

what about real conversation?

longer than 140 characters

or a status update:

scratch the surface and there's

so much more to 

see

share

learn:

someone said to me recently

'it's never just you'

a personal mantra for the coming year

2012

a time for thinking of

and being with others:

let's reconnect 

in real life:

☯ tis the season

wishing you all a

happy happy holiday

and

an exciting new year

from the whole of my heart

❤

▯▮ frames per minute

there's something more

to site specific works:

they bring a set of interactions

to a familiar place:

we all need time to sit and stare

or run around without inhibition 

or care

like the children do here ☟

                               

❏❐ pictures on the wall

something for everyone

at the white wallspace gallery:

    canvas, paper, print, paint:

colour, shape, texture, composition:

local landmarks:

{peter vinten}

the familiar in new mediums:

{alan hockett}

the quirky:

{joe howlett}

and mine:

sips 1~4:

new work and the beginning of an

ongoing project:

go see for yourself:

until 24th December

^..^ purr

it was over 17 year ago 

when we visited Beryl's house:

she worked for the Cat Protection League

and we chose two little abandoned kittens

to take home and love:

Murmur & Momus:

Momus was a ginger tom who sadly died 

mysteriously within a few months:

Murmur was the runt of the litter:

a tiny black cat with a lot to say for herself:

she didn't much like other cats:

but she really loved humans:

even tiny ones:

lazing around her favourite past time:

'talking' and purring:

such a vocal puss:

when we moved to a house on a busy road,

she moved to my brothers home:

he and his girlfriend gave her the 

run of their place:

they affectionately called her 'Madam Ming'

I would ring him up and I could hear

Murmur in the background,

miaowing and purring

'hey me me I'm over here'

dear dear Murmur:

watching the birds from her throne

and murmuring:

loved by us all and always remembered:

♀♂ kith and kin

family {latin: familia}

loving and complicated:

welcome to ours, Tricia

❤

❶ late night tales

on the first thursday of every month

the galleries and museums of

east London open their doors late

for a chance to see some amazing

art, culture and events after hours:

our mystery tour began with

'so the wind won't blow it all away'

a private view at East Gallery:

.... in front of you looking inward 

I'm still ....

by Joanna Burejza
the naked form blurred but still 
distinguishable:
like richter and bacon before her:

b.- d. working title 

by maeve berry

a hand portrait can be just

as expressive as the face:

                               

family obscured by sam taylor

discarded film negatives

reclaimed and destroyed 

to create a photograph of abstract warmth:

it was busy in the gallery

so we headed off to eat:

these streets are full of gifts:

around every corner:

you never know what you'll find:

irreducible complexity by andrea hasler:

quick march to the whitechapel gallery

richard of york gave battle in vain

selected from over 13,500 works from the 

Government Art Collection

by the artist Cornelia Parker:

a curious display of colour coded art:

which wall would you gravitate to?

yellow/green ....

odeon by bridget smith

shelf like no.5 by david batchelor

poor thing by gary hume

work no.253:things 2000 by martin creed

the gallery was closing as the clock struck 9

we strolled through the empty market

to find free books for all:

selecting as many as I could carry

we headed home with a heartful of art:

✈ zero air miles

this morning I took some home

made jam and pickles to ☟

a sharing of food and knowledge:

no money changed hands:

lots of produce to choose from:

locally grown:

and picked:

ric from earthangel organics

gave us tips on growing vegetables

over winter:

we drank tea and talked cake:

we chatted about art and wine making:

I swapped for a gingerbread phantom

and a jar of lemon curd

a jar of beetroot chutney, two pears

and some physalis:

not that's my kind of morning:

can't wait for the next one

11th December:

what will you bring?

0o0 in between

"yeah you park up by the church

then walk down a bit

and there's this place ...."

this little church

is between giants:

they make soap:

it also has a claim to fame:

we couldn't go inside:

so we looked outside:

like so many before us:

then we found the footpaths:

along the river:

a smell of salt mixed with washing powder:

miles and miles of graffiti wall:

tagged and sprayed:

claimed and reclaimed:

while industry ignores:

and the mud retains:

⍾⍾ all that glisters

yesterday we caught the last day of

bioluminescence 

by Mila Nesterova

at the book club:

it was a little awkward to view the 

photographs as people were

eating and networking:

Mila's lightboxes were so striking:

 fashion meets dance meets theatre 

meets clubbing meets light:

movement: energy: graffiti:

{bioluminescence: nature}

produce made human:

surreal:

extreme:

radioactive:

confused beautiful:

a sneaky peep at the amazing 

lightbulb ceiling downstairs

and a bowl of delicious cauliflower curry soup:

fitting: