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My mother gave me a gift of a rubix cube when I was around 10yrs old. I played with it the first day, never scrambling the colours enough so that I could not get back to the start. Believing I was brilliant at it I handed it to her and said 'ma, scramble the colours and I will show you I can get it back to the start'.and she did,quietly turning them over before handing it back to me and then returned to hanging up the washing. I tried for a few minutes, becoming more and more agitated as the realisation arrived that I had no idea how to solve the cube and that I had messed up. My anger grew and grew until I stood up and as I took aim to hurl it at the ground I heard my mother say 'no, alistair, don't do that'
But I ignored her and hurled it at the cement floor. The force shattered a corner off. And until I left home that cube sat in my room , a silent testimony to my self destructive qualities. I think my paintings are a balance between chaos and order, between my self destruction and my harmony within.
50word Story
Night
After dinner, Lucinda read the paper.
Her sister rang and they spoke of their mother who was slipping into senility.
They both wondered if it would happen to them. Later, while removing her make up she caught herself staring into the mirror.
She smiled and then applied her moisturiser.
Sidmouth Parade
London 2010
Night
After dinner, Lucinda read the paper.
Her sister rang and they spoke of their mother who was slipping into senility.
They both wondered if it would happen to them.
She smiled and then applied her moisturiser.
Later, while removing her make up, she caught herself staring into the mirror.
They both wondered if it would happen to them.
Night
Later, while removing her make up, she caught herself staring into the mirror.
She smiled and then applied her moisturiser.
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colourScapes
salmonComplx
#3
gouache on paper
23cm x 17.5cm
Finger pinch to make video fill screen
salmonComplx
#3
gouache on paper
23.5cm x 17cm
Sidmouth Parade
London 2010
panasonic Lx3
eyeball portrait
Panasonic lumix Lx3
London 2010
My mother gave me a gift of a rubix cube when I was around 10yrs old. I played with it the first day, never scrambling the colours enough so that I could not get back to the start. Believing I was brilliant at it I handed it to her and said 'ma, scramble the colours and I will show you I can get it back to the start'.and she did,quietly turning them over before handing it back to me and then returned to hanging up the washing. I tried for a few minutes, becoming more and more agitated as the realisation arrived that I had no idea how to solve the cube and that I had messed up. My anger grew and grew until I stood up and as I took aim to hurl it at the ground I heard my mother say 'no, alistair, don't do that'
But I ignored her and hurled it at the cement floor. The force shattered a corner off. And until I left home that cube sat in my room , a silent testimony to my self destructive qualities. I think my paintings are a balance between chaos and order, between my self destruction and my harmony within.