Category Archives: rainbows

Now we are Sixty Six.

Now we are Sixty Six.


Now we are Sixty Six.

No probs with Clickerty Clix!

Am very much still in the mix


Conjunctions & Rainbows.


So I woke up one night last week at 03.50 hrs and looked out my window to see this bright star glittering about and immediately thought that must be Orion. (No it ain’t ya stpeed geeza! That star is Sirius, and am reeli serious!) Sure enuf it was as I followed a line diagonal up to the three stars of the Orion’s belt to secure its place. Hell’s Bells that’s a bright star ringing in th’sky up there!

It’d be nice to have an image of the Orion constellation and overlay a rainbow joining the four stars in that conjunction, but I won’t do that as I don’t have time. Do I?

Well am glad I do cos it’s beautiful. Imagine seeing that at night.

One morning, the 27th, I awoked a year older again (I keep making up new years, they must be made up, no writer could invent so good). And then it just got better. Met my mate Dave at Paul’s café in the shadow of St Pauls then we walked along the no longer swaying bridge to the Tate. Modern. My day was made up when we were almost alone in the Wifredo Lam exhibition cos everyone who knew nuttin were actually Queueing to go see Georgia O’Keefe who, good as she was was no where near so good as Wifredo! I’ve loved his work for years now and never had a chance to see enough of it. He is amongst ma favourite artists, ever. And I learned a lot. Especially about how he took on ‘Modernist Eurocentricity’ although it’s a little unfair to say he out-Picassoed Pablo when after all is said and done it was Picasso who admired his work and gave him a leg up into the Eurocentric world.

I cannot shew yez any of his works but you can googlie him and lots will be available I’m sure.

Finally, mu little robin friend sang me Ippy ‘Appi Boithdae Boy!


He just flew in, Clickerty Clix,


Then started to sing ‘Ippy ‘Appi Boithdae Boy!’

And i got some loverli buks fer ma bday too. I got the Lam tate catalog from a friend (?), A Child Of Books by Sam Winstone & Oliver Jeffers off ma Big Lad and ‘On the threshold of performing & Visual Arts’ off ma wee lassie Mad Jess. I got a much better mouse, one of those new fangled upright tings so i can stop any repetative strain on ma knuckles. My friends Mike & Pat have come back and are delivering newspaper sport reports again for me to see how the great Burnley Boys held man U to a scintillating 0-0 draw! Nobody seems to have noticed how Burnley are quietly building a reputation for stemming the big boys; Arsene’s lot only scored a handballed offside goal in th’94th minute. they beat the Pool, the toffees yet sadly slipped up against the swans in the last minutes and the tigers got a draw in the 94th min!

and my stats have just gone over the 12K visits mark



A Simpler look at Life.

A Simpler look at Life.

As you know many of my BlArts are about pretty heavy stuff and strange stuff and stuff most folk aren’t bee arsed abArt most of the time.

This week I am taking a much simpler look, more direct, at (my experience of) life.

Mostimes when I come to ‘write’ I put my concerned hat on and go, ‘Now, what’s concerning me now?’ but there’s a lot goes on of beauty in ma life what I don’t blart on about like:

When I did my first degree I did a dissertation about modern Japanese art and I came across their paintings which were so like photos. Why bother painting it when you can take the photo, on a Japanese camera even!

Here’s some flowers with raindrops on

a mornin glorya rain on ivy s

Rainbow lights, they come into ma living room early morning when the sun shines, nice.

a rainbos

I made a friend this week, but only for a couple of days. Twas a big old bumble bee. I found him swimming, or rather, drowning in my cats’ drinking bowl.

chili drinks 2 s
cat guarding bowl from bee trespassers

I plucked him out one day last week and put him safe. Next I found him walking round in some clover.

a bee in clova s
notice his left wing is a bit frazzled

I noticed walking was his only means of gerrin about cos one of his wings was badly damaged. So, if he’d tried to fly he would have only gone around in circles like a whirly dervished bee. The following day I found him back in his swimming pool again! So, I put my bronze medallion life saving into action and pulled him out agin. Put him safe agin too. Or two. Next day I found him curled up and died. Well, I got him two extra days on this planet, maybe he’ll return as an Olympic swimmer?

and here’s a flower pic I took a couple of weeks ago in the Tibetan Peace Garden in the Imperial War Museum.

a yeller fleurs

Happy Days, no heavy stuffs