It’s a Little Bit Funny 

It’s a little bit funny 

With art there is no rush 

‘Love notes’

The way we were is still the way we are 

You can draw a line but a line can draw you 

The door to improvement is a jar,open it wider

Purple chair red door open to view 

Silence pitter-patter 

It’s a little bit funny with art there is no rush 

With fierce in the foreground looking like basil brush

I like the purple chair

If you wait to blog your mind does fog

Writing is sunshine do it in your own time 

It’s a little bit funny with art there is no rush 

In our expressions we realise who we are only through the effort of expression

Who we are who we are becoming 

Time up 

Leaving the the purple chair 

Green to go 

Epiphany.  

  

Love Notes 

Once you get a certain distance into a project it begins to take on a life of its own,talking on momentum you 

have to go with it. By challenging the singularity of art making at the same time enriching my own practice 

growth takes place. “Love Notes” is more than a memory it’s imminent.

I feel happy to be invited into the Epiphany Gallery Wakefield for the May 27th Artwalk. From Cole Porter to Canned Heat blame it on the boogaloo beat, musical notes can stir the soul love notes can melt the heart 

A walk in art is a new walk daily 

Opportunities abound 

Jo puts a face to accounting 

I can be a artistic director be it only for Tuesday’s 11 – 3 from the the ninth of June for five weeks.

I’m putting you in the picture please come to see us the Red door is open

The Epiphany Gallery Wakefield.

                                                                                                                                  
   
 

Creative Wiring

Red light on

Yellow dark

Blue notes 

Flick switch 

Love notes 

Pockets of thoughts string together 

Words from the heart have morphed into art 

They come back round to you 

Find a wall then install.

A good use of blue

Colours warm the music to you 

Funk snap shot jazz notes 

Mars violet

Colours to imbue 

Red pulse. 

 

Window dressing 

No messing 

A chance to challenge the singularity of art making 

My acrylic laser cut process 

Creative wiring.

Think It Cut It Create it. Make

Everything starts with thinking
Connections are made with linking
You derive something from it
Shape idea
Cut it
Don’t use an app
Without your thinking cap .
The laser eye can see
But I have to know the first step
Add to what you’ve got
Oh dig the digital
acrylic laser cut process.

TENDER KISS
Oh typography
Some times we think we’re broken
That’s were I want to be
I was mended by the Love glue
That’s another story
Oh typography

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Make

Patience

Art
Digital
Black Out
Poetry
Laser
there’s no getting away from those paper cards
Bugs me

Acrylic Laser Cut Process

Our challenges are digitally disguised
Go too it baby you can do it
Let digit Al be your pal
Rewriting real writing
It’s changing the way I think
Analytical
Digital does not have it
Emotion that is
It’s right in itself.
From the wheel to the web

Sash window pane a rattling

Yes we’ve “laser cut” in the workshop

Got cast acrylic pain

It don’t seem to be working

We know it’s not in vain.

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Love notes in a tin

Though the subject vague Jo put a face to counting

Stop reflect think

You might change what your going to do next
Pex appeal what’s the next appeal

I wish I was more like you

You like me because I’m me

“Documenting Madness”

Scan to print and on electronic tablet

Nothing is exactly the same always evolving

Make a conscious effort to way things used to be

Photo shoot image trace & vectorise / black white to software

We got laser in the workshop 3ml Perspex pane
Get those love notes into the light
Nothing is worth anything if it’s easy
Preparation
Sheet one 16 notes that’s how it’s going to be
Take heart press start
Bring those notes into laser light.
Observing
Black engraving Green to cut
Settings for success
Process
Love notes in a tin

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Get It

Sometimes there’s little to draw on
We get hungry
Peckish
Looking for nourishment
Waiting for wages
That will never come
“I’ve paid myself”
With a little help.
We feel we know the way it is for you
Though we don’t speak your language entirely
Creating sound shapes
Brittle squishy we’re all a little wishy
Lots of different things
Life you can stop and start when you like
Can’t help it got to do it
Get It.

Jelly tot

Jelly tot