The Physical Dream…….17/10/18

The imagination has meaning because it refers to the physical. The physical takes on a symbolic meaning, coloured by our feeling or desire at the point. The physical dream is real. Interpretation a symbolic shaping of desire. We create because we are creative. The physical mental connection is constructed. It is constructed because we create physical representations of the mental. This is because it is necessary for us to survive, part of human nature. As we create tools we create the man as a functioning tool of innovation, functioning in society. Man is necessary because he has a role. How will he cope in a world of new technology, where the traditional roles of tools are changing? We need a new creation of man in which the tool is no longer connected to the physical, in a sense we know of now, but which is inwardly aware. But how will this be without reference to the external? We are still tied to the physical. Limiting yet liberating. We create a function for ourselves…… Conveyed a thing. Of things, known to things.

: The Hue of Boo. Oil on Card. A1 841 x 594mm

Rachael MacLean: Make Me Up…….On the Female Revolution…..16/10/17

A woman must understand a mans’ reality, if she wants to change reality itself

: The Tight Rope. Pencil on Card. A2 420 x 594mm

Defining Light……14/10/18

When I talk to you...Is it you I feel? Or is it myself? This distinction is at the heart of our beliefs. The world is either an idea of it or it is the idea itself. Confused? What is the form of confusion? Is it an external object or is it merely a reference to a feeling? Further study may be needed in order for us to establish a resolution for this problem. Though many of the greatest minds have struggled with it. Grasping at terms like "logic" or "metaphysic". The exploration of which has rendered no specific answers. But merely illuminated an area of thought. Is it necessary? Is it helpful? Does it matter? Helpful......If i had not read what i have read would i be a lesser person? I leave that to your feeling. 

Analogy, poetry, Art and other musings are light to your imagination. Let there be light, Brother. Define that as you will.

The distinction remains…..What am I ?

I am The Boo

This rendering is insufficient. But it is all I have got. I feel like a very small wave in a very large pond. My thoughts being limited. As I try to grasp with concepts beyond my abilities. What is this word “I”. Is it limiting to introduce the term “I”. For what is it I refer to when I type it? The eye can only see little but it can assert a point of view. And one does not need complexity to do so. As long as it is done honestly, my words will have meaning. But meaning to whom? And what form will that meaning take? What will be real? It is real or my thoughts are real with no real reference to the external. I circle in my mind. Around the concept proposed above. Is it sufficient to communicate my difficulty? Is it necessary to know or make it a difficulty? Should I just “get on with it”. Will musing help my situation? Will it help yours? Do I care? If I did not I would not write this down……..Is reality always a struggle? Whatever The Fuck reality is……This is either for you or it is for me. Where does the distinction blur? This is the true question. And answering it will take more than a few minutes on a laptop.

: When The Darkness Grew. Pencil on Card. A2 420 x 594mm

: The Ticket Through. Pencil on Card. A2 420 x 594mm

: Brood. Oil on Canvas. 75 x 75 cm

: Ask The Question. Pencil on Card. A2 420 x 594mm

: Untitled. Pencil on Card. A2 420 x 594mm

: Boo. Pencil on Paper. A2 420 x 594mm

: Transient You. Oil on Canvas. 70 x 60 cm