quiet world

...
Behold what quiet settles on the world.
Night wraps the sky in tribute from the stars.
In hours like these, one rises to address
The ages, history, and all creation.
...

- Vladimir Mayakovsky

Intense colour.

all art is dialogue

all art is dialogue

release your imaginings

daily life is the laboratory of art

art is the laboratory of daily life

suspend your disbelief

art is desire, armed

history is now,and tomorrow

embrace the flux

©Gillian McIver all rights reserved 2002

Londonism

why i love shoreditch

http://madeinshoreditch.co.uk/2012/04/26/gillian-mciver-why-i-love-shoreditch/

rain

april rain, relentless, unwipable, the cold burns through the skin; weary of knitted things, hats, coats worn inside the house, two hats, sometimes and a scarf....

 

the north is brutal, cruel; fingers of cold like knives; sneering at the idea of spring, summer a joke. Amun-Ra has never been here, he doesn't waste his time; 

all  the cold, the rage, the brutality is presided over by frightful norse bastard Frey, or rude and nasty Thor, hammerlike rain thundering down on our heads while we're scurrying ratlike through London's streaming streets ...

 rain pouring through cracks in jerry built ceilings and black cabs' sadistic delight in careening close to the kerb and blasting us with cold filthy water.

 On days like these I want a machete to slice through the thick, low sky; cut a hole in it the size of Abyssinia and release the poor exiled oppressed sun.