Has this site been removed?

18-2-16

I've just been informed that Chronologicallyours has been deleted suggesting I has done something untoward. 
Well, I've got this far ~  ~ 
There's a hell of a lot of work to loose if they have.
I think the next thing I do will be to construct a WIX web site - spread it out a bit.
A bit upsetting.

http://chronologicallyours.blogspot.com/ has been deleted

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Hello, Your blog at http://chronologicallyours.blogspot.com/ has been reviewed and confirmed as in violation of our Terms of Service for: PHISHING. In accordance to these terms, we've removed the blog and the URL is no longer accessible. For more information, please review the following resources: Terms of Service: https://www.blogger.com/go/terms Blogger Content Policy: https://blogger.com/go/contentpolicy -The Blogger Team

19 - 02 - 16
Still here, I see to have got away with whatever it was they were accusing me of, maybe it was to do with using other computers. It's a bit of a dark shadow, whatever.

23 - 02 - 16
I am worried about the fact that you have e-mailed me stating that my blog site has been deleted due to PHISHING and maybe other dubious activities. I don't even know what phishing means.
I would like to categorically state that everything that I put on my site is clean, unoffensive and certainly not subversive or some sort of con.
I am an artist and have been practicing my craft for five decades. I use the blog to catalogue, store and share my work.
It is not an intrusive statement in any way and contains no porn, gratuitous violence, or even extreme political stuff. I have tried to define my life's work, no more, no less. And again, I find it extremely worrying that all this work could simply be wiped off the board.
I try, with my blog to lighten peoples lives, it strikes me as bizarre that you feel you have the power to wipe me out because what you have picked up some sort of signal that what I produce does not conform to some sort of norm.
It is not some sort of underground, perverse, militant, corrupting or con. site. It's wierd that that there is so much foul stuff floating around in the ether at present, that seems to get away with it unchecked.

The weight of a violet

out of the lie of no rises a truth of yes (only herself and who illimitably is) making fools understand (like wintry me) that not all matterings of mind equal one violet (E. E. Cummings)

This post is in no way a finished statement, more maybe a place where I can collect stuff. I'm still looking for an illustration I made in 84 for my favourite poem: o by the by ~ and will add to it when I do. (maybe do another one).


There is one poet who "makes it" for me
e.e. cummings.
I feel that he has been part of the inspiration in most creative writing post 1950.
including people like Kerouac, Ginsberg, Kesey and Dylan. Then through a load of pop stuff.

I remember reading Woody Guthrie's auto biography and realizing that he was expressing himself through this mode of "diction" - in fact, this applies to me.

In my past,from time to time, I have settled on various poems, drawn from some and certainly dwelt there for periods of time, not just for the duration of the event.

http://hellopoetry.com/e-e-cummings/

A politician is an arse which everyone has sat except for a man.

The amount of spin and just general bullshit (which I feel I see right through) coming out of a lot of politicians at the moment * * * * in an angry moment drew me back to this one liner. (I'm not sure if I have the exact words here)

When I was about fourteen, I remember my father reading this poem to me, I made this little piece during my MA, about 14 years ago with the help of a little man made by Michelle Johnson. The script in the background describes British Imperialism and how we acquired and accessed various "territories" around the globe.
As yet, I cant find a copy of this poem, I didn't realise how many the man had written!

dem doidy liddl yella bastuds weer gonna sivilizum.

My favourite poem of all time perhaps.
I have drawn this, but the picture is 150 miles away and I cant post nit at present.

Spring Is Like A Perhaps Hand

Spring is like a perhaps hand

(which comes carefully

out of Nowhere)arranging

a window,into which people look(while

people stare

arranging and changing placing

carefully there a strange

thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps

Hand in a window

(carefully to

and from moving New and

Old things,while

people stare carefully

moving a perhaps

fraction of flower here placing

an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

Sam Was a Man (Rain or Hail) 

rain or hail

sam done

the best he kin

till they digged his hole

:sam was a man

stout as a bridge

rugged as a bear

slickern a weazel

how be you

(sun or snow)

gone into what

like all them kings

you read about

and on him sings

a whippoorwill;

heart was big

as the world aint square

with room for the devil

and his angels too

yes,sir

what may be better

or what may be worse

and what may be clover

clover clover

(nobody’ll know)

sam was a man

grinned his grin

done his chores

laid him down.

Sleep well 

As a bed rock of art out put - I return to Achilles Shield from time to time. I am beginning to feel I could do this with e.e. cummings.

Vignettes from the cold months

Feb 2016.

Vignettes from the cold months 

I seem to have been banging out figurative half stories these past few months.

Armchair General

 Dedicated to everyone with whom I have imbibed above the prescribed medical limit.

 I suppose it's just a picture of "people who aint enabled" queuing up for a bus. ---Happily (that's permitted isn't it?)

On face book, I promised to paint a picture which followed on from the logo I use for this blog site - which was basically a comment on the encroaching demise of our local libraries. Hopefully portraying "useful" use of these facilities ~ the fact that they are used and have other peripheral social uses.The other contentious image for me is the demise of our Post offices. Why cant they be saved?

Hopefully then (again), this also portrays the usefulness of local, rural bus services ~ where good drivers become like social workers. Passengers bump into associates & even make new friends. For older people this service is pretty well indispensable.

CUTS:

save a buck and blow it

It's a false economy to stop local growth an commitment ~

we close up, then loose out

both financially, socially & even spiritually.

Dance myself to shadows

Idiot Dancer. Hyde Park C. 1968

 

7 Angels with Deadly Vials

Armageddon

 PLACE WHERE THE KINGS OF THE EARTH

ARE TO BE GATHERED TOGETHER

FOR

"THE BATTLE OF THAT GREAT DAY OF GOD ALMIGHTY"

(Rev.16;14-16)

Assasin

 -by making something aren’t you inevitably communicating something to others – ‘this is who I am/ what I think/ how I feel’ – even if only as a by product?

What I think

How I feel

Who I am (as oppose to who am I?)

Well - the guy clutching the world to his breast wishes they would leave him alone. Bird Hands is the scout of the group and actually annoys the other two quite often - although he does hold a certain amount of empathy for the cat in the hat. Mind he thinks he's a bit of a weed, really ought to get it a bit more together.

These three come from a little while back, but I feel they somehow fit in here.

5 Days rrunning



Moving Boa and petal.
 (with me not included in the way it was supposed to look)
Produced under the watchful eye of Arthur Wilson my main lecturer on my foundation course whose sons I had grown up with and who are (very much) artists in their own right.
This stalled when I took on a traditional painting course.
But perked up again when the family bought Shipping Hill and hands on constructive stuff came into play.
The one comment here about the psychedelia of the late sixties - which did, I must say carry on in its own sweet way quietly unabated.



A friend asked me if I would like to be part of a kind of chain - post five pictures in five days.
My initial response was I doubt if I can get to a P.C. five days in a row.
So - how about one image per decade since 1970?
--- bit like Genesis - play around with what time actually seems to be (and everyone knows it's always Thursday in eternity anyway.) 

3rd Feb,
Robbin,
Previously, I've been able to put out/publish very skeletal blog posts and simply build them up brick by brick as it were. At the moment, I'm getting hits on posts pretty immediately - so, if it's a relatively important topic, I feel it difficult to share at an embryonic stage - maybe I shouldn't. 
Whatever I am working on your 5day post suggestion - it's just that I'm taking it down my own route.
Instead of one post each day 5 times,
how about 5 posts to cover each decade of my art output?

THIS IS DIFFICULT  AND WILL TAKE SOME CHOPPING AND CHANGING.

A process I hope to cover within the post. I will publish it (and let you know) when I get past the embryo and move to a bare skeleton stage!

Maybe a big part of this blog stuff is about process. Maybe, I should be taking that more into account - I'll include this at the top of the post.

Unfortunately - this as a task and as I stand on the matter
 is more than I can undertake!
 So, I started thinking, 
How about five different routes of creativity? (during five decades)
So:

The Straight. Paintings
The Weird.
Projects.
Murals.
3D

Maybe I will be able, eventually, to narrow it down (one day)
And - as I stand, maybe initially (how about) five of these for each decade, then narrow it down? (ha ha)


70/

All done with mirrors - well mirrortex or something similar. Oh the creative naivety of foundation courses!!!

Gerald Hone, gets beer money from art. Epsom 1972.
I mainly learnt (my) techniques of paint application through life painting - a very valid way of going about this I feel - you can't argue with what is actually in front of you.
I feel there seems to be just a touch of the Cezanne in this one.

Brambles 73. A floodlit scene in my Epsom studio - they don't take em like this anymore!
I suppose I made my first "mark" with panels here - specifically from a Japanese angle - was Japanese art "hip" in the early 70's?
(Followed by Carousel C.95 Yenton Panels 98 and the Argonauts 09
Am I going for big compositions as being representative of my work ?

The brambles was the first painting (I think) I did on my todd: self imposed isolation in a small caravan on virgin land. Situated in a grove of chestnuts planted by my father and I in '71.
John Hacker said I was defeated by paint - the layers maybe!
But it was a fair step into the "compositional blue".

From a show entitled "The Seasons" at the Garnsworthy Hall, Epsom 1975
My main comment, maybe a coming together of stuff I had learnt at art collage.
Maybe a reaction to the face that I hadn't got onto a prominent London post grad course.

but started in the late 70's!
In Rupert Crane's house in Canton, Cardiff, with the arrival of a large cold. Taking, in fact, many years to (nearly) complete.

80/

Spirits need homes, from Sukhuthai, the piece that a show was named after.(Haverfordwest 88)
Mind, spirits do need homes!

Big day out, started out as a poster for the Brekon Jazz festival and became a painting.
Stolen from me by a thieving lawyer in Cardiff.





Across to Burma

The Emerald Buddha, Bangkok.
Painted n a fantastic studio in Cardiff, over the covered market overlooking St Mary Street.
That used to be half a pool hall.

The Rhonda Mural team, posing with extreme grace.
C. 1986

 

90/

conceived during pregnancy, banged out during toddler years and performed with the advent of school.
 

Natraja and me

The Dancing Siva
I always wanted to bring back a dancing Siva during the first stay in India 79-80.
A certain Phillip Railstone commented on, me being an artist, why not make one for myself. It took a long time to collect the various bits of scrap wood, mind on having started a stock pile becomes easier to amass.
This was produced in time for the Johnny Eidetic show in Narberth 1998.

Me-ism

The seasons panels, Featherstone Nursery School  C.96

Panels from the school curriculum Yenton Infant School.

An image of the M.A. work is needed here.

00/

Show at St Martins 2003, following on pretty well directly after the M.A.
Comment below from the time
The cock on top of a metal tower, suited to go in a back garden. The hierarchy decided that it was too scruffy to go as near to the entrance as it did, maybe it was their reaction to all the building work going on outside.

Myself, I think it looks fantastic!

Very fortunate timing for me after the M.A. at Margaret Street, then the show at St Martins.
An immediate entry into a very big art project without any frills.
The whole thing was set up and run by Dave Pollard - I think of him affectionately like Ataturk - A benevolent dictator in my books -he made it work.
This was a space designed to accommodate all on an equal footing - like nobility in fact.

West Brom Tree-house

I could have lived in this.
A perfect "cafe" for me - I was given free reign and I loved it.

One of the pages of graphics associated with the "installation"

Link to images of mural:

http://www.art-3000.com/picture/?iid=80416&g=6

https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKbMm1leYnMf_7DsljAPo3JldLUBimvei_C9e_r0wse-culGLQeH67xkQTzLWCBwhkxfURGvY0BqY_WVUk1Eer5dwCfjMOdCZmnvlnnFT9JQLYuZ8QaKVzllk5PnA4BpuDQ0OCEqA5KMQ/s1600/PICT0085.JPG 

 

When Bob Morris left his studio in Gt. Tindle St. He left me loads of 8ft x 4ft Polystyrene.
Where could I use these and where would they go?
A WAITING MURAL
Christ! I don't know where the Argonauts came from, the idea must have followed Achilles Shield.
Basically a kind of installation round the ground windows of the (old) central library in Birmingham.

 

Banner for the festival, produced mainly on corel draw in vector format.
The figure on the front was our glorious leader: Dave Pollard.

 

The festival of Extreme building, the event with banner.

The Balti Chariot
Following in the lines of giant Hindu festival chariots.
Made for the Green Street show in Digbeth Birmingham
when it became public art, the poor bugger only lasted two nights,

10/

I first painted a chestnuts painting in Bromley back in '76
(photo to come ~ with any luck!)
It was straight from the hip, in oils, in one go. After a solitary day in autumnal woods, guided by mescaline.
Maybe it was a pre-runner of my doodled personages, it was certainly me painting figuratively without hindrance of thought - complete honesty.
Anyway
I found the original, rotting in an attic and covered in bat shit.
Restored it and decided it needed another go.
Not being able to reciprocate the original from every angle * * * * this came from a doodle which I built up faithfully, trying to keep the original spark of creativeness - the same freshness.
Fashioned on two large drawers stuck together from the old place and slowly building it up using a lot of papier-mâché. A very enjoyable process in a painterly fashion.



Fir mosaic, for above the kitchen sink at Shipping Hill. The image that went on slowly evolving during the summer.
It is finished but I don't have a picture available of it in situ.

 

 from a water-colour of old Ankara that I produced in 1990 in Turkey. The aim was to get the vitality that I had achieved with the w/c - always a hard objective to achieve as it is easy to produce a stereotyped, predetermined and comparatively flat statement.

The water divider.
The spot at the top of the drive where surface rain drain water rivulets run both ways.
And there is a lot of it.





My last comment at Shipping Hill with two balls of light inserted, the ribs move with the wind and I'm sure its some kind of dragon.
 



 



I'll bung this in as it's pretty well the last thing I'm convinced I've completed and fits into an on going body of work based around the seasons which I've been doing since the early 70's.

 

So far so good, I have actually run out of steam. But there are pretty well five examples for each decade. I'll leave picking one representative per decade for later!