I turned myself to face me In the darkness, a spotlight focusses on a cadaverous, mascara streaked face; the atmosphere is electric. It’s Hammersmith Odeon, July 1973; a guitar strums a simple chord with a plangeant brush-like sound. The Spiders have vacated the stage, but this is even more electrifying than any magisterial Moonage Day… Read More Touched by the Flaming Dove: Bowie’s Asteroid Muses
This is a spring cleaning job on the content of this blog. The archive tends to make things unwieldy, and disappear into a backwards chronology. Subjects are wide-ranging so might be hard to track. I started this blog on the e-blogger platform in 2008, and it has come a long way since I transferred… Read More A ROUND UP OF ARTHEALSWOUNDS ARTICLES TO DATE
It is no longer enough these days to be book or even computer literate. To really understand the enigma the world presents to us, we must also be able to read symbols, some of them incomprehensible to the rational mind. We are compelled to open up to subtle messages emanating from signs and synchronicities that… Read More Pareidolia: The Face of Things Unseen
An Exploration of new South East Asian Arts Festival in Georgetown, Penang, woven through reflections on a friend, the director, Joe Sideq, with a few other things thrown in. … Read More Seeing with Fresh Eyes: The Pearl that is Penang
Frank Spragg was an artful speaker: he nailed bon mots for breakfast, coined witty tourneurs des phrases before lunch, told hilarious stories at dinner. People wanted to hear him speak again and again. He was an artist too in his spare time and in the gallery of his work you can see his roving eye… Read More Frank Spragg remembered, Artwork for Charity
