‘Chasing the Sun’ by Zoolon I oiled the creaky hinges to the door into the eaves of my attic studio today and for the first time understood why the Tin Man out of The Wizard of Oz had such an addiction to oil. Saturday morning, I woke up to a curtain of snowflakes charging horizontally
Tag: Art
Photograph by Richard Mosse using a thermal imaging camera This type of camera is mainly used by the military Mosse used one to capture images of refugees I’d been putting it off for a few weeks, then a couple of days ago I decided to man up and get a haircut. The barber I
Ballerina Art by Shelby McQuilkin-abstract figurative artist A couple of posts back I mentioned a mate of mine asking the most stupid question anyone has ever asked. It went like this, “How many times am I allowed to drive round a roundabout?” Although not a question this time, he’s been at it again on the stupid
When I discovered it in the fridge I thought, ‘Brilliant, it may look like it’s been in the hands of a sculptor whose polished it a bit, but it’s a proper French croissant and it’s mine all mine’. The first clue that it wasn’t a croissant came when I picked it up and it weighed
Marcel Duchamp (1898 – 1968) I saw heavily armed police conduct an operation the other night. I’d never seen anything like this before. From a safe distance, I wondered what it was all about. Drugs? Maybe terrorists? The police were there in numbers and impressively tooled up. Later, I got told that the operation was
(the artist looks to be Olbingski – I think) Since ‘Zoolon’ being on social media I’ve had quite a few requests from people asking if ‘ERASING THE 38TH’ is available to download. I’ve never included it in any of my albums previously. I’ve posted the song on this blog before so some of you will
(My dead compass, now in the care of the compass angel) When I dropped my compass on the floor and saw it was dead my first thought was, ‘I’ll never make it to The North Pole now’. Then I remembered no one had ever fulfilled my ultimate Christmas wish of a dozen huskies, plus a
It’s a logical conclusion No time for turning back Obsession’s shut the door on you That’s a thing they call payback Obsession’s not a perfume It’s just a self-centred private curse An ever-growing cancer You’re not the cure; you’re not the nurse You’re in denial about the gathering up Of all the hearts
(I typed her name in Google Images and this pic came up. I’m guessing this isn’t the Princess though) In my last post I mentioned noticing a road sign outside Lidl’s in Folkestone (free parking for 90 minutes) named after St Eanswythe (aka Ēanswīþ or Eanswide). I guessed she might be the Patron Saint of
Before I get onto the subject of specific lampposts please note the words in the following verse make no mention of lampposts. Shakespeare rarely mentioned lampposts in his plays or sonnets. Zoolon’s modern day take on ‘Romeo & Juliet’ My princess read me my horoscope, on the face of it, it sounded good Her old
