Death of the Square

Robert Motherwell: Personage with 

Yellow Ochre and White (detail), 1947

Norman Mailer once wrote: “Paul Bowles opened the world of Hip. He let in the murder, the drugs, the incest, the death of the Square … the call of the orgy, the end of civilisation.” Bowles believed that the idea that civilisation could conquer the whole world was a myth, and it is this idea, above all the horrors and punishments he gloatingly constructs for feckless foreigners, that restores some excitement in me about modern travel.

Havin a Bad Day?

Lets Face it?

Willem de Kooning: Woman V, 

1952-1953

O Scum

Cigarette mang!

Yikes Spikes

Lines and Squared

Sean Scully: Catherine, 1989

Burgoyne Diller: “Third Theme”, 1960

Robert Mangold: Three-color X within X, 1981

Empires Die- the dinner long gone

The BUS leaves town

Art-ideas for paintings-2015

Body Slam

Jeweled

Colour Rant

Dusk

art- IDEAS for Stained Glass Windows

Genesis

Primordial Mud

Scope it with DREAM

The river she run Vild & fast

I will have a plate of those

Niagara Gorge

The Smile

BEAKIn Off

Juan Gris: The Sunblind, 1914

talk about the Skinny

BEAKIn Off

JUNKers

These photographs from the morgue of The New York Times, taken between 1968 and 1990, show a city all but gone from memory, when the five boroughs’ reverse alchemy turned a four-figure sleek machine into a heap that in 1968 brought the city as little as $1.01 per automobile, and topped out at about $5. No wonder people just walked away.These days, as steel mills have increasingly turned to recycling old metal, a junker is too valuable to just leave by the side of the road. Somebody wants it and will pay for it. Love survives after all. And the streets are a little cleaner for it.

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CHeap

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NORDlandia

VINcent

AUto'z

Auto-3

BIG-eyes

PUNKerz

WANKer

Need i say more..........

DEB Harry-Warhola

FACE-it-mang

On zee beach

DANCE mother

Trippy

Inniskillin Wines

White Pines

Koi

FOR kat day

FOR kat day

Pavlos Gaugan

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(Not mine, but the experience of white water rafting was the same) What’s it actually like? Frightening. You’re handed an oar, perched on the side of an inflatable boat alongside eight total strangers (in my case, at least), and expected to maintain basic coordination while you drop down what seems like an endless succession of ridges and get blasted by an infinite number of giant waves. Slowly but surely, you learn to place your trust in your team-mates. And then, inevitably, it all goes wrong: the boat flips, everything goes dark, and you’re thrust through the remaining ridges and waves on your back. Weirdly, this was the most exciting part of the session, and not at all scary. Either this means I had a good working understanding of the course’s safety procedures, or that my heart is black and I welcome the prospect of death with open arms. Fingers crossed it’s the former.
Best and worst bit The worst bit is inevitably the safety briefing, where the instructor lists all the horrible things that could happen to you. The best bit is when the horrible things actually do happen. Who knew almost drowning could be so exhilarating? Is it worth it? Absolutely.

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