can you see the...

can you see the the ghostie booooook?!

He he, Poppy and I are hiding under a blanket tonight when mummy comes into the room, the only thing poking out is a floating booooooook!



The excellent "and the train goes..." by William Bee.

well!

Well! That's that then!

Last day of the coast festival - it was peeing down this morning, no visitors and pretty darn cold. Suddenly, as if by magic, every cloud disappears and with that, the tent is hit with hoards of festival goers (550 yesterday, 470 today!) - the buzz is fantastic, so many happy people loving the opportunity to meet adn speak with artists, interact and produce artworks... and as all good things do, it comes to an end, and it feels like it lasted 5 mins... great weekend, great people - and I'm so happy to have had the opportunity to show the north east of scotland a little insight into digital art... I'll post some outputs later... Big thanks to the friends of Duff house for inviting me (and gabi) to show with them.

Is that how a fly...

Is that how a fly can see then?

I'm showing an interactive digital installation at the coast festival and having a fantastic time speaking to many people whom have never experienced digital art... one old guy approaches, rather sceptically, "fit 'is then?"... I give him the minimal intro - "I'
m interested in input and output"... he stands arms crossed, watching pixels dance as he sways from side to side... I leave him to have a play, and come back a few mins later..."Is that how a fly can see then?" - fantastic - probably one of the best comments all weekend!

So, what happens when...

So, what happens when you burn sequestered carbon?

you know, the usual Friday night argument you have with your right wing dad when staying in his house after he's had one and a half bottles of red wine... Man of science? Apparently only when science tells him not to care or that we're too far down a line to do anything about it, so go out with a bang! Sheesh... Poppy, I hope you don't have kids, white grandad doesn't give a stuff about them...

I don't like it...

I don't like it, it's rubbish

Poppy is a little grumpy today, bad cold... so not a good idea to travel to Dundee and visit the degree show at Duncan of Jordanstone... or was it? The show itself has some good, and some banal elements - the older you get, the more you become critical, with a wider frame of reference and context to judge work on... seen the peeling wallpaper kid this year? seen the girl who uses damaged dolls to express angst and the female position? (I could go on)... ANYWAY!... Poppy is getting tired, grumpy and sweaty, thanks to her bad cold... so, she's decided to get all Brian Sewel on the unsuspecting graduates... "this, is rubbish"... "I don't like it"..."I don't like any of this"... ho ho... defend your practice graduate! this is the truth, through the eyes of a grumpy three year old. my only worry is, when she's not tired, she's going to end up reading the sun... and agreeing with the turnip prize.

http://www.dundee.ac.uk/djcad/degreeshow/

every time you say you don't like daddy...

every time you say you don't like daddy, you get an ulcer on your tongue!

Poppy's going through another "i don't like daddy" day... so I thought I'd drop her some tall tales... I just want to be liked by my own daughter... is that so bad? boo hoo...

The wriggly pinky

The wriggly pinky handshake club

I'm working on a script for a group of friends that are in a super tight gang and get up to hi-jinx upsetting the local softies. There will be lots of crazy characters, from an old snooty rich kid that greets and gets rather nasty if he doesn't get his way, his bumbling lummox of a sidekick friend who'll say anything he's told, the aggressive bully with a fat face and a sharp tongue, a few brainless girls that hand around and tell people lies and don't actually know what they are doing behind the bike sheds... and a visiting cousin from Glasgow who doesn't have a clue but pretends he does.

hilarious... now, all I have to do is write it, it's probably too much of a crazy imagination, but, that's fiction, and it makes it all the more fun, knowing (thankfully) that a gang like this couldn't exist in reality....fewee!