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Multiple rites of passage – something we are good at in this country.

Portsmouth April 17th

Annoyingly the pattern fulfilled and awake 3:52am

Avidly avoiding Wednesday’s monosubject words on radio to snooze untill 7:34

Sit

Watch TV

quiet streets and quiet words

Diversion one – from poetic part of project:

Its becoming one of those weeks where correlations in patterns appear – a bit of a diversion from the project but today of all days the words ‘rites of passage’ echo true. I did watch the TV this morning – not with any hope or expectation but as a uni student of the late 70’s early 80’s living in South London – through bombing campaigns, strikes and protests – plus as a Navy connected family who lost a relative in the Falklands – it was a marker point – history personally – no matter what your views or politics – today was closure for many people for a multitude of reasons – rites of passages we all face at different times

This last week I have had it Konfirmed that I am aspergers – not just a bit on the spectrum but certainly ‘high on the scale’ as it were. I was shown I was dyslexic in 1999 and this latest finding along with the EMDR has meant closure on a certain part of my life and acceptance of the new.

I had a frightening time at school – not because I couldn’t or was stupid but because others couldn’t understand me the way I was. The bullying I received from both staff and peer lead to hiding from drawing for at least 10 years and a lifelong ruck-sac (till now) of heavy rocks to carry. I always blamed my inability to be all that social on this but its only partly to blame it seems – I have had to learn to socialise I do not have an inbuilt view – social society – for me it does not exist – though not in the wider sense as some have said

I have learnt to be social – effort but worthwhile even when I slip

I also received a letter from the new head of Arts Council England, thanking me for my 5 years contribution and work as member of SE Regional council. I has been an honor to serve through a very interesting time – london 2012 – change from RFO to NPO and not forgetting impositions of Funding Review ‘coping with cuts’. I have always spoken and suggested what I feel as all aspies do – but with the heart of an artist. Its more a thank-you back to ACE:SE that I was listened too, learnt and for the great art experienced and friends I made along the way inside ACE. Some of these people have or are about to leave and I know that years of KT is lost to ACE and from all of us collectivly through this – the real ‘price of Cuts’ but their knowledge will transfer and disseminate outwards to other organisations in the arts sector with the heart of an artist – another rite of passage for me and many others.

‘energy cannot be created or destroyed – it can only be changed from one form to another’


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Field of fragments

Portsmouth April 15th

Get to sleep at 3:47am

Dream of Hominid evolution

Wake at 4:55 am

Exhausted this morning but raised

Had a brief break from the project over the weekend – truthfully when does an artist ever stop thinking – reasoning – conceptualising – learning from or about his work?

if I am honest

although I Researched in the evenings the task I set myself was left unaccomplished


Bath and breakfast late sitting

tea the saviour within

set to work from home my

with computer on lap field

plus cat of

who sets up shop next-door fragments

on the pulled away chair starting

leave walk reassembly

find divide of what

wait called once

to was alive

Face the future but

at lunchtime longingly

back and forth since

amygdala’s benediction lost


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S e c r e t n u m b e r o n e

Portsmouth April 11th

Home – wake in familiar bed but at 4:06am

I take it easy – I have been with people intensively all week so far and need a break – as an artist that’s possible but not easily understood by others not on the spectrum – anti-social – no – it saves my life – as it can be very waring working at social on top of concentrating creatively + the PTSD and associated depressions have messed with my tiredness capability and attention controls

Life is complex with aspergers – although it makes me the artist I am – attention to detail, constant pattern finding and ability with sound sculpting plus minimalism……….it has its social costs

Catch up time

Spend morning in the bath – my room only had shower – I have never gotten on well with showers – well spend some of it refreshing the hot and thinking – then work on the computer catching up with admin slow.

plus all morning the cat follows me everywhere – as if daring me to leave him for 3 days again

Wait and prepare for important call

tea

Sit

prepare

wait

life exam

then

suddenly

phone vibrates

and is answered

questions Answered

revealing conversation

part completed on Tuesday

R E S U L T i m m i n e n t

5 4 3 2 1

head spin as I wait for the words to fall

secret 1 revealed – my aspergers is officially

Konfirmed


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Spring Summer Winter – left poem fragments

Cambridge April 10th 2013

Spring

Frantic whisper

recalls

sleep

flooded dream

shadow symphony

from

essential rock

cry my beauty

above language

Summer

finger

swim

delirious garden

a thousand

mothers

watch through

their

languid apparatus

your

still picture

of lust

Winter

wind play

smooth

movements

purple

delicate goddess

the true friend

how could

you never stare

at me

eternity


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1966 Bubblegum Card no 42 – ‘Tarzan see’s of the lion with a flaming torch’

Cambridge – Portsmouth April 10th


Day one post Konfirmation

Awake 4:28 Back to normality without the differences of GMT

Snooze for a while painting in my head searching the labyrinths of a strange but vivid dream – then after 6am Lay awake radio on thinking till 7am – difference being the window, admittedly through the curtains is light – Up – shower adventures and head down to breakfast 3 minutes late due to packing first.

Have the same as yesterday including conversations that I don’t find intrusive – Mixed toast again and almost forgot the hash browns plus a welcome bigger pot of tea – take my time….. oh there is one difference, I have juice too – I will remember for next time that was a good move.

Leave and head upstairs for 25 mins peace and quiet before I head out – head down after a call and chat as I pay and check out.

Into the open air to swallow sharp cold breaths – but not cold sharp breaths

—————- enjoy the walk ————–

They are working on the pavements – so many white bridges to cross dragging the case – resist the desire to ‘take’ dug up stones from ‘under the noses’ (untrue phrase) of the workmen (well from the spoil piles to be uber factual) Arrive 11 minutes later than I wanted – no stopping and coughing this time – body explaining its relaxed – but I dont ever wish it to be familiar here though – no habituation – hello – sit at new desk – I am looking forward to some time chatting to Simon and the others – In with badge number 1 and settle in the admin office as a base – several things to do today – filming – talking – gathering and leaving

soon its time to meet

Conversations

Plot-tings

Suggestions

Surprises

ventures

correlations

learning

Gold

over to quickly


——————— hiatus ————

List 19 – rest of day

1. Spend some time in the orchard with the video camera – weaving in-between the gnarled, lichened branches

2. Conversations in the Lab including with a brand new student

3. Scan and copy several of my school reports brought with me for the warnings and doubts placed on my systemising at school by the teachers

4. Loose 3 CDS but retain the covers – how I do not know – mystery

5. Break open a set of magnetic poetry obtained in 2004 and leave 3 poems in the ARC

6. Wait till after rush

7. Walk to station and sit relieved on an empty train that fills much to my displeasure before leaving

8. Watch countryside pass in pink and tweet from the non stop before the tunnels marking the final run

Wind
Blown
Pathway
Scamper
Scratched
In browned
Soil
Weaves straight
Lined through
Thicket
Hedge
Spurred on
By sun born spring
Whisper

9. Take same underground short cut back – not crowded so unbattered personal space survives intact

10. The number 1 same usual seat on the return train – I have 3 options I choose between

11. Short walked rain soaked unpacking my treasure

I refuse and for the first time I don’t feel the weight of educationally imposed stupidity my schooling expected me to carry the rest of my life

So these are the days I know I live the artist called for when I was aged 6

now Konfirmed


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