
Gathering lime flowers with Afif. Finally managed to get to the lime tree on one of the few dry moments this summer. Took me back to Le Clauzel and the old lady Noellie.

Gathering lime flowers with Afif. Finally managed to get to the lime tree on one of the few dry moments this summer. Took me back to Le Clauzel and the old lady Noellie.

Terror becomes the definition of terrorism. Combating terror, maintaining the sanctity of the private subject, becomes a given. It is not that these things are wrong just misplaced. If the definition of terror is widened then we will all be terrorists, all under suspicion, watched.
Is a terrorist just someone who uses terror? It would seem so as the three men accused of plotting to attack the EDL are being held on terrorism charges. The IRA were criminalised by the British, not given political status but considered as common criminals. Now it seems that even common criminals are being called terrorists. I thought that the notion of terrorist was something to do with a plot against the state? Is the EDL a state organ or is political activity allied with violence being lumped as terrorist? Where will this take us?

A certain someone’s humour is developing.

So this is the machine.
This is the second of this style painting I’ve seen around. My friend Steve told me that there are are a series of 12 of them and they were, indeed, made by a particular church. He suggested that they were a set of stages of the cross but this one wouldn’t fit that description. It is on a small building at the rear of a pub.
Driving back with the kids they asked “Can we go and see Phlegm?” So we did and two of them came out to see what was going on. A man was there wearing a mask, or with it round his neck, a protection mask for spray paint. I asked which bit he was doing. The pipes he said. Are you Phlegm I asked. Yes he replied. I thanked him for the wonderful artwork he leaves around the city. It is so generous I said. We chatted a while, the children asking what is this and what is that and who did this and who did that. Phlegm started back to work looking for all the world like a renaissance muralist up there on his ladder. The work remains unfinished. I’ll go back tomorrow. It is a hard one he said, it is collaborative, and he doesn’t like to be more that four days or so at a painting.

More uneven writing
Painting thrown against the wind
Unsettle the scene




Almost got there before it got dark but not quite. The machine looks so very primitive. Really like a wooden structure supporting steel and glass or like some house on stilts standing in the sea.






This appears during Tuesday. Phlegm is building a machine that is holding the other pieces together, suspending them in mid air.