Since the aspect of Phi and Pi an awareness and recognition has developed that each page of written text has hidden a unique pattern an image of identity.
An extract (a few words, and a sample of the larger work) from the beginning of Genesis is an attempt to demonstrate one example of a hidden patterns.
Even the beach, the sky the sun seemed to pale. That’s Life full of surprises.
Looking up across the rim of the beer in his hand, he saw, the reflection of a lesser God – Diana you Huntress, who are looking at, for whom that coquettish smile?
Painted a few years ago and sure there are flaws but I still like it.
Words all around us, words on their own, words in sentences, word in paragraphs, chapters, tomes.
– Nouns, verbs, adverbs, adjectives, pronouns, prepositions, conjunctives, interjections,
– words with meaning, words with nonsense, clear ,we hear , obscure, translucent opaque
-Words on the ground, in the air, words before us, behind, above ,below, to the left to the right each locked in the cubic isolation – symmetry
– Words held in a net, a web a matrix of space.
Ears open. Ah! realization, life is like a library “so many words but nothing said”
When young we scavenge, rummage and collect these words, eager to understand, sifting to make sense of our surroundings,
With age, complacency – we think we heard it all before – Filtering through the sieve of experience, melding, molding and manipulating,
turning, tugging and twisting words to fit our perceived and self constructed reality. comments please.
Until another day fare well.
is the latest picture based on the concept of
A concept has been distilling over a number of years now.
This concept is on the premise that we use vertical line to make sense of our surroundings and to orientate.
The colour information is distilled and the vertical lines added in high contrast.
The concept grew out of a series of painting called City Signatures which in turnt gave birth to
Edinburgh cityscapes and finally “Evening Entrance to Cockburn Street = Edinburgh” is the latest
It has been suggested that the phenomena of dyslexia may be the next stage of human evolution; individuals who are gifted with the phenomena
of dyslexia often see more than others. At times they may read slower, but imagine if you had to decode every page first would it not slow down your reading?
In the beginning was the word but there was always another element the spaces between the words, a hidden code, just like without silence there can be no music.
Reading without the spaces i is just one big word-search, difficult to understand. As an artist every written page, past present or future is a unique piece of art.
This is the first piece that was created Hamlet In Dyslexia,
Each dot represents a space whilst the dark flowing lines represented the “rivers” often experienced on a page sometimes static
at other times skipping and dancing down the page.
The next piece created focused on the vowels in a piece of poetry by T S Eliot each vowel allocated a colour.
The aim here was to simulate the promotional effect that is sometimes experienced where certain letters
seem to jump of the page whilst others seem to hide in the distance giving the text a 3D effect.
The final piece in this post is Numeric Symphony in Red and is based on the effect that when you look at a table of numbers they seem to come together
and dance.
Curiously although this is based on numbers most viewers who have dyslexic traits can see the numbers
quickly whilst those who have not the gift see dancing shapes.
finally I would like to leave you with a comment I heard or imagined cannot remember which :
” Dyslexia is frustrating, – Frustrating waiting for others to catch up”.
That all for now, as usual look forward to hearing your views.
Swinging her feet over the end of the bed she headed to the shower, after the ritual cleansing she dried her hair and slipped into a bright yellow dress with white spots.
With increasing anticipation she grabbed the collected regalia required for the spiritual experience about to occur.
The celestial journey began as she stepped out of the door.
Sylph like she glided between the aisles, as if drawn by some mystical force she moved on eyes glazed and yet somehow curiously focused.
The first stop was the seat at the cosmetic counter where she talked briefly to the high priestess of glamour, who with potions and colour heightened her radiance and lifted her self-confidence.
Uplifted, but thirsty, she headed to the watering hole for refreshment. After standing in line she ordered a skinny
latte.
Across the crowded room their eyes met , picking up her refreshment she made her way over to her fellow disciple.
Sitting down, eyes locked, watching every nuance of facial expression intently, making sure that nothing was misunderstood, they exchanged observations. Refreshed they departed to explore more aisles of pleasure,
prepared and armed with knowledge shared.
Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, steps truncated, mind started to blur, it was time, exhausted, and yet inspired by the visionary gifts
of humankind’s ingenuity. She made the journey home.
The journey ended, crossing the threshold, as many times before, now time to meditate and reflect.