tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368586442008-10-06T11:20:23.669Z* let it shine *LIZZIE : introducinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11869946215666289616noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36858644.post-11299068595739114752008-10-02T14:18:00.006Z2008-10-02T15:01:34.886Z

When was the last time a beam of light caught your eye? No, I mean really stopped you mid-track, so that for a second you forgot what else you were doing. I remember ages ago walking down a stinky back alley on the way home, tired and miserable. The sunset bounced off windows at the end of the street and made golden pools all along the alley and it has been my little street of reminder ever

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Just stay calm. Sit on your hands. Coffee won't help, neither will that chocolate you're being offered. Breath in and out. Remember, you are the same person you were yesterday and will be tomorrow. Walking still requires one foot in front of the other. But, my goodness, this is exciting... (more on news) {Today's soundtrack: Andrew Bird - Armchair Apocalypse}

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Events around here this week are just too much for an ordinary human to navigate alone. Saturday, I went to a very moving and uplifting wedding, laughter bouncing off the walls. Yesterday, I sobbed with shocked companions throughout a friend's funeral, and by the evening was sending love and hope flying across the planet to New Zealand where one of my closest friends has gone into labour with

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How is it possible to become emotionally attached to a car? It's only a heap of metal with four lumps of rubber underneath, isn't it? Not this one, evidently, as I got really choked up today when it was driven off to meet its new owner. Yep, sold to the man with the soft spot for vintage motors. Ooh, that distinct smell of old leather seats and petrol, mechanical clunk of a really long gear

LIZZIE : introducinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11869946215666289616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36858644.post-13900532679254306152008-09-11T14:39:00.006Z2008-09-11T14:58:18.344Z

We've lost a man who meant much to many, but he kept himself apart, so the many never managed to tell him this. It is bewildering, his choice to go, but it is not for us to speculate, judge or gossip, only for us to salute, say thank you, and bless your soul. MF, we love you, and will miss you. x

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My 'Sailor's Hand' tribute the other day got me thinking. Although names weren't mentioned I know who I was referring to. The 'Sailor' will know too, and so will his sweetheart, and in fact it was she who first suggested those words which I remembered all these years on, then all of us who revisited them as I described. She put into words what her man would be feeling, so it's unfair to

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Sitting still watching out over the beach, hair crimped with salt, hands wrinkled and dry from the wind, freckles coming out, nose running, and sand clinging to my toes, I shut my eyes and all I can see is the crest of a wave as it breaks over the nose of my board, then recall that feeling of being up against a power almost too big for you, when the wave is so enormous you have to dive through

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Sorry, yesterday's picture is rotated on its side by mistake as I sent it in hasty anger and from the phone. Today, the ipod is charging, I did get some more sleep, and the irritable grouch is on its way out. Off to draw things on clifftops for a few days so I hope to post but forgive me if the pictures come out sideways! {Today's soundtrack: lighthearted noises - chuckling and the like, and

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When you find yourself with little to say, silence is fine. This extends as far as not very funny Dom Jolly impressions when on a train with colleagues and someone else's phone goes off, as 'ironically' delivered by this man sitting in front of me. He had only just finished his own loud call about snow machines and pea gravel for a car shoot. Grating. Embarrassing. I need more sleep. {

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You said to me ten years ago, "It's all just on the horizon for you isn't it?" I said last night, "Everything's still just on the horizon." You replied with a hearty laugh as if to say, "Yes, I know darling, but keep going." I consider the work of your leathery hands, and the weather lines on them that say it's not always been plain sailing – you've had your eyes fixed on the horizon for

LIZZIE : introducinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11869946215666289616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36858644.post-74597032917945340942008-08-27T15:35:00.012Z2008-08-27T17:16:34.487Z

That piece of text, over there on the right, about understanding things–there are some times I don't need photographs or words to understand, but for some reason am still compelled to make a picture to try and explain, so here I am with a couple of really terrible gig shots and what may well turn out to be very clumsy words! I'm putting them in because they just have to be good enough. This

LIZZIE : introducinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11869946215666289616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36858644.post-37421942708473017682008-08-22T12:28:00.005Z2008-08-22T12:56:57.376Z

"The tears of the world are a constant quantity." On Sunday, in a brief moment of sorrow I looked out at a deluge of rain–the angels' tears they were, in empathy. The sorrow wasn't long lasting, passed as quickly as the rain, but it was there so I gave it the moment it was asking for. Some say you can't be truly transformed unless you suffer some degree of brokenness. This isn't to say throw

LIZZIE : introducinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11869946215666289616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36858644.post-42500157170565513322008-08-18T13:53:00.004Z2008-08-18T14:01:58.243Z

{Today's soundtrack: Susumu Yokota}

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{Today's soundtrack: Susumu Yokota}

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[ in response to this morning's hair-raising shadow ] I wasn't sure whether or not this should actually appear on the news page, but settled for posting here instead as it is a source of inspiration. This is my hair, and it seems to be forming shape, and this, my friends, is worth noting. The humid weather has lately, I suspect, caused a boom in profits for those manufacturing frizz-reducing

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So there I was gently waking up with circles of confusion, when the shadow of my own head-larger-than-body pointed out there was no point delaying a haircut any longer: Then I noticed–with fresh eyes–something else massive: a single orchid bloom on my windowsill, which is growing bigger than my palm. It is quite extraordinary, mesmerising and beautiful: You can only imagine my surprise

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'A-agony–oh, a-a-a-go-ny,' I sing to myself while waiting for my tiny, cherry tomatoes to turn red! A joyful little song, not to let actual, painful agony get the better, but we're just willing them along. For the record, today is August 14th, and last year I had my first tomato by August 10th. By this day last year things were looking really juicy. Currently, I'm watching one dark orange

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What does this summer bring? A dark trail into the woods – coming into an empty clearing, a fantastic architectural experience, as when you walk in to a huge cathedral (Grace in San Francisco, for example) and it practically knocks you backwards and pulls the air into your lungs... Slipping along the rushy river in small boats: a soft, shining, metallic gleam to everything and then the

LIZZIE : introducinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11869946215666289616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36858644.post-20867293898911542532008-08-12T10:29:00.002Z2008-08-12T10:52:49.570Z

Remember the Circles of Confusion last May? This view has the same effect, always to arrest those thoughts for a moment and mention that it's worth letting go of your hang-ups and control mechanisms because–no matter now much you try to avoid it–we all overlap, are all connected, and all drink from the same cup. Look at them all, the fragile little leaves. Yep, they're like us again. Leafy

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Patience, patience, patience. If you have a look at my news page you'll find out what the *amazing* thing was that happened over a year ago... a public art commission which came as incredible redemption in the direct wake of having all my kit stolen, which happened slightly more than just over a year ago. It has been an incredible journey through this and back again, though not quite yet out

LIZZIE : introducinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11869946215666289616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36858644.post-58761540833615452122008-08-07T15:56:00.003Z2008-08-18T14:07:13.328Z

{Today's soundtrack: Lamb - Fear of Fours}

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People sometimes ask me, "Oh, are you religious?" My reply is usually, quietly to myself "Mmmm, not really." Out loud I just say yes. Lots of people are religious about lots of really regular, quite dull things - facebook, soap operas, football, bowel movements, etc. People are religious about some really important things too, like switching on the national grid in the morning. That people

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Things, they say, are neither black or white, but shades of grey. Actually, I think this in-between space is more rainbow-like. And even if it did appear grey, it is never truly, through and through grey. You find yourself looking at small accents of colour and noticing a subtle warmth in the light, or the leftover evidence of someone's presence perhaps. Apply this theory – that there is

LIZZIE : introducinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11869946215666289616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36858644.post-70499614314780175382008-07-28T15:25:00.006Z2008-07-30T09:52:21.103Z

Weston Pier burned down this morning. With regards to a recent visit (see news) I'm wondering if the giant plastic ice-cream has melted (probably) and whether or not the large lady-in-striped-swimsuit-with-hole-cutout-for-face has turned to ashes (almost definitely), and if I will ever get to see the glittery pink, fibre-glass vulture again (certainly not). I already miss the donut

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{Today's soundtrack: PJ Harvey - Stories from... }

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