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What the f*^% happened to me! Hackney Wick!

May 30, 2017

 

Pruning roses, making vegetable stock, building structures with bamboo ! Whaaaaat?

 

Sexy young man working on laptop lying on the bed

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Recently i had to move, and ended up with a little house in hackney wick. It has a garden, parking and a spare room. My mother designed the garden 10 years ago. Its real pretty with Japanese maples, roses and a cute Summer house / cabin.

It is not a shed!

However, i can not for the life of me find a housemate! And i can’t afford not to have one. My friend MD suggested Airbnb, and Wow! It’s all gone amazingly well.

 

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Three were booked for my spare room. 4 turned up. The summer house became a beautiful cabin with double bed, shelves and storage.

It is not a shed.

Everyone was happy, i think!

Now i rent out the spare room and the cabin to some really lovely people. All are allowed free roam of the main house of course.

https://www.airbnb.co.uk/rooms/18743936?location=hackney%20wick%20gainsborough&check_in=2017-07-28&check_out=2017-08-03&s=K71u5KG9

All the doors in the road are black. I had to go pink!

 

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That’s the garden and cabin, which is now also pink.

Feels like my financial woes are over. For now. In getting the house ready for guests, i have become addicted to Amazon Prime.

First it was important things i needed immediately. Mattresses, quilts, antique indian bowls… they would arrive the next day.

Now it’s lampshades handmade from kimono silk, lace effect waterproof table cloths, jewel like drawer handles, cherub sculptures… !

 

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Vegan Update:

Yes i am still vegan, although there was an incident with a slab of mature cheddar and an anchovy!

 

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Off to my favourite city Venice in two weeks, with two amazing new friends from the Dalston Ballet crew. Gonna check out the biennale, do a bit of dancing and filming, and drink Campari from dawn til dusk! Heaven.

This is from a recent performance with the lovely qila and ariella, those friends i mentioned!

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There was something else… Oh yes. For the first time in 2 months i’m back to writing and painting.

New song for Dalston Ballet coming soon!

Exhibition of portraits also coming soon…

Gar x

 

 

Dalston Ballet article & photo for Inside Hackney, the must read guide to the Hackney community

May 22, 2017

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The character of the heads of the so called kings and queens… #arthistory #chartres

May 4, 2017

 

‘… These heads seem to me to show a new stage in the ascent of western man[kind]. Indeed I believe that this refinement, this look of selfless detachment, and spirituality is something entirely new in art. Beside them the Gods and Heroes of Ancient Greece look arrogant, soulless, even slightly brutal.

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‘I fancy that the faces that look out at us from the past are, perhaps, the surest indication we have of the meaning of an epoch.’

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And the faces on the westside of Chartres Cathedral are amongst the most sincere and the most aristocratic that western Europe has ever produced.’

thanks to Baron Clark and Civilisation

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Art and Life, still and moving, words and images… houseofodwyer.com

February 3, 2017

 

In the studio at night i draw

and paint with pens,

small works on paper.

Work must be done.

Fairy lights and naked bulbs

charm in the dark.

It calms one.

The book is closed.

Lights out, doors locked and on to the cold street.

The wind whips by, past the Lion, across the busy road,

under the railway arch, along the bike path

and through the graveyard

and peace

The bus stop. 253

6 minutes.

Pity the passengers.

It claims one

 

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Tayberries

(from the fruit and veg series)

2017

by the house of o’dwyer

16 x 21 cm unframed

£190

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Do u love Dogs? Then read short story, ‘A Trip to Snape Maltings’ by GO, from brand new series 4 children and dog lovers! #LokiDog

August 21, 2016

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The trip to Snape Maltings

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#GO

Part 1

 

During the summer holidays

I never know from day to day,

what’s the heck is gonna happen.

 

Last night my family went,

off to another land

Sad face.

 

I had a whole day on my own,

stuck in the house,

until Granddad came by.

He had brought my favourite snack.

Steak lumps.

Happy Face.

 

I stayed up late wondering

would my humans be back tonight?

 

I fell asleep on the couch.

Hehe! That is a big no-no in my house.

 

I’m Loki the Hungarian Vizsla.

That’s what they tell me.

Do i really vizsla like an Hungarian?

I have no idea what it means!

Just call me Lokidog.

 

In the morning after a good stretch and scratch,

I made sure the house was safe.

I had a look in all the rooms.

I had forgot everyone had gone.

It was very quite without my humans,

especially my four brothers.

 

I spent the day taking naps on each member of the packs bed.

Except top bunk. I cant get up the ladder.

Ully tries to help me up sometimes.

He’s one of my funny brothers.

But ladders are not for me.

 

I do miss the stink of my family.

 

Later, i heard a car turn into the lane and head up to my house.

The front door opened and i did a little dance of excitement on

seeing it was the one we call Uncle G.

 

We said hi and he joined in my dance of excitement.

 

Did he come to see my family?

Did they flee when they heard he was on his way?

Humans are funny like that.

(And don’t even mention flees!)

Or does he need my protection?

I think he’s in need of my protection.

My family like to keep me working.

Holiday over.

It looks like it’s me and the G man for a couple of days.

 

After our greetings and no signs of snacks

I patrolled the garden. i needed to monitor

the situation, regarding territorial invasion

and fam protection,

and a general, What are you lot up to in the bushes?

 

When I hear the grey tops car arrive,

i run around and check in with them.

I give them some bark, woof! and let them know,

I got the situation in hand.

 

They do their weird squeaky barking.

Strokes, sniffs and pats all-round.

No snacks so I leave them to it.

 

When they get together they can sometimes bark

and whine and squeal all night.

Don’t mind me, trying to sleep in the corner.

 

Out of the blue the grey tops start calling my name.

What do u want? i ask.

They ask me do you want to go to Snape Loki.

Hell yeah do I! I let out a little howl.

I love getting out and about and meeting new dogs.

I did get so excited I had to run off and do a wee on the grassy knowl.

 

We climbed into the car, the two grey tops, Uncle G and me,

and drove off through the country lanes,

to little old Snape Maltings.

 

While they whined, barked, squealed at each other,

I had my head stuck out the window.

I do like a refreshing breeze,

Cools me off,

and blocks out my human’s jibba jabba.

 

Bliss!

 

to be continued…

 

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Taking On Sontag – Notes on reading On Photography by Susan Sontag

March 24, 2014

Mystic Sontag / the Post-war Intellectual

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‘Only that which narrates can make us understand’ how something functions, insists Susan Sontag and she’s happy to help out, examining the artefacts of culture and technology to conjure a story. Narratives are tools to change the world after all.

Sontag wants to recruit us with the power of No. No. No. She revels in a compulsion to say No to anything new and everything American. She wants to stir things up. She wants attention. This is Critical Thinking, she insists. What she calls Critical Thinking I call it Bad Poetry.

Photography is a poetic take on reality, and so is her Book ‘On Photography’. A poetic take, her Bad Poetry is an incitement to reverie. Like Photography, it also has seduced many. Sontag, in her fashion, might even conclude that her Bad Poetry ‘is’ Photography!

Sontag attempts to present her own aphorisms and paradoxes, but they seem silly rather than amusing, dull rather than enlightening, shallow rather than deep.

Photography is a Social Rite we all have to navigate. But what is not in the human world? Consumption of a Public Intellectual’s product is also a Social Rite we all have to navigate. Most navigate by turning the other cheek. But its effects are deep if an Intellectuals position is supported by a significant number of the class.

What defines a Public Intellectual most? A love of outré metaphors? Photography is Rape?! according to Sontag; and the camera is a gun.

The Intellectual’s reliance on the concept of Alienation has led me to embrace it. What’s wrong with Alienation? To be Human is to be Alienated. Alienation is the social beings natural state. The proposed alternatives to Alienation make me shudder. I don’t want to farm, bake bread, raise chickens. I don’t want to Achieve my Potential at ANY cost.

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A Public Intellectual doesn’t aim for the Truth. Truth is part of the problem. You are part of the problem too, if you do not accept the Intellectuals self- referential, self-contained argument. If you don’t accept what they are selling then you are part of the problem. They’re Selling ‘Salvation’ to the Righteous.

The Public Intellectual is a Pontificator, happy to quote Brecht, Walter Benjamin, and French philosophy and Kant, and treat the analogy of Plato’s f***ing cave as the first thing in profundity.

Intellectuals, like Mystic Sontag, demand that ALL Art must tell us how something functions. Art must raise Consciousness, Educate, Instruct; it must provide a sexy example for the Marxist Narrative. Bad Poetry is elevated with ease to the level of Great Art by Marxism and Paternalism. Its heart may be in the right place. Its mind on message. It’s not enough though for Great Art, alas.

The Intellectuals are looking for Propagandists to follow the plan, not seek out the Truth. Operatives not Artists. This is where the Artist can short circuit the whole Project and Challenge the Intellectuals wordy assumptions and manipulative Authority Hypnosis.

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Using Sontag’s own Rhetorical tricks we can assert: Sontag is unable to accept reality. Why is she convinced there is another world beyond, behind, parallel, to the world we inhabit? She is not alone of course. But I find it boring and wrongheaded.  Sontag can now be only of Anthropological interest I hope and no longer intellectually or philosophically.

Why does this happen to an intelligent person? Do they fall for the received wisdoms of their influences? Are they products History! Or do they just run with the Pack. Or is there something Biological that keeps these ideas percolating in human thought? Perceptions are not accurate much of the time. It doesn’t mean we need to conclude there is a whole other world.

Intelligent people persisting in positing the existence of an imaginary Noumenal world is a wearisome waste of intelligence. Do they not think the actual world is complicated enough?

The invocation of the other world is an appeal to the immaterial, the supernatural. This sees Public Intellectuals like Sontag performing in an area of mysticism, like drunken Oracles, dizzy under their own ego, conjuring visions and casting black magic, Chanting, ‘It’s for your own good!’

Mystics manipulate for an end they are convinced of through feeling and intuition. With Divine Revelation, Truth only gets in the way of Heaven on Earth. True Alienation.

Unexamined assumptions of the Intellectual Class

Art must raise consciousness.

History dictates all.

America is the root of all evil.

The abnegation of Truth.

Appeal to this ‘other’ alternative Noumenal world.

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