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Back after a bout of dreadful lurgy following my holiday sabbatical home. Home by turns wasn’t so sad, but magic, idyllic- all the Raymond Briggsesque, warm family hearth of brewing parochial Englishness I could hope for.
‘And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark Satanic mills?” Jerusalem-William Blake
“One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature. When one feels such pleasure in non-existence, one’s inclination can be completely satisfied only by completely ceasing to exist.” ― Émile Durkheim, Suicide: […]
Made the mistake of driving into the city for supplies on Friday. Bumper to bumper sedans and trucks, forging the nation into the biggest parking lot in the world, all willing, seething, commuters hunting for deals. It made me wonder why it was called Black Friday.
All Hallows upon us again, witches night. There may not be pyres of crowing hags, just the flickering candle light through the drooping hollow of carved pumpkins, but it pales against the incandescent burning of the midnight oil ahead of me, as I settle back into duties for Paradiso’s Fall, just five short months away.
This is a project I started last year, but actually has its origins in a piece from over a decade ago. “Gods and Monsters“ from 2005, was I believe my first artistic fumbling’s into arcane territory.