Dead city

The concrete feels devoid of life, bricks and mortar stone cold, silent, with mechanical rolling wheels, and commuters busily walking here and there, life is less and more discreet, polite.

The countryside swishing, hissing and churping with frogs, crickets, birds, rats, mosquitoes, water running, cascading, rain falling, thundering on tin rooves, exhausted by it all.

We are a social species, there’s safety in numbers, follow the herd, are rewarded by giving, love, creativity and sharing, build great things together, supporting one another, our nature seems to be to gather, to congregate, and then defend our place against the outsider, the thief, immigrant, stranger, those who are different, until we become used to and adapt our minds to include and expand our social circle.

An open mind allows reality to change and for the truth to be revealed, or a useful lie to block what we are not ready to see, yet.

Thanks for reading, Sam.

My new online shop

I now have a shop on my website, the first two works are books, the first one is my first book of poetry, featuring a range of works from the past 12 months, ranging from UK focused experiences to Beijing and lots in-between. Secondly is the Camino de Santiago illustrated story, this was inspired by my experiences walking the Camino in Spain in 2011, a 30 day pilgrimage on the “French Way“, I started in Pamploma and ended in Fistera, 700k across the North of Spain.

Thanks for reading and if you decide to read any of my two books and hopefully for supporting my efforts and contributing to my creative process, lots more coming this way. Sam

I see actors and fashion shows everyday

As we walk down the city streets, we present ourselves as we want to be percieved, how we move, speak and dress, is all an act, yet some claim that they are not creative, even seconds after painting their faces like theatre performers, ready to walk around with a well rehearsed, public facial expression, human creativity has become disconnected.

Do artists also have this way of thinking? We all act in public, whether we admit it or not, to conform or resist is perhaps the same, the show goes on, but when we paint, draw and sculpt we seem to be following the same habit, always seeking a raising of status through our art, even doing so in a very calculated way, perhaps this expectation is what has made a lot of art become boring and formulaic, especially with commercial works.

It seems there is so much art produced to order, is the faith is no more? the world is full of art factories slowly doing the same thing over and over, because it sells, nothing wrong with making a living, but where is the inspiration for humanity, if artists aren’t making works that ask questions.

Please share your thoughts, Sam

Birds from my cycle in Jiaoxi, Taiwan.

Thanks to a fellow blogger’s challenge, after I commented on his blog, in appreciation of some lovely bird photos, check it out here. So here are a few shots.

A juvenile Black-Crowned Night-Heron

A Cattle Egret.

These two are Javan Mynas

and Grey Treepies

Let’s see what other wildlife I can spot in this beautiful part of Taiwan. Thanks for reading, Sam.

Laundrette

Every week I come here, for the past three weeks anyway, I’m in the routine now. I have rarely used a laundrette, but it is an interesting experience, feels like I’m in the US, perhaps like an advert for Levis.

The week before last, another volunteer, staying with us at Homgoo Village also used the public laundrette here, but he managed to block the money slot, apparently the staff were extremely patient, as they tried to work out what the problem was, but my view of the incident was from across the street, through a cafe window, to me the laundrette staff member looked really angry, as he was waving his arms all over the place, it’s interesting how things can so easily be miss read, by me atleast, though maybe he had a polite voice, but his frustrations were coming out through his arms.

Thanks for reading, Sam.

One with nature

Inseparable

Indescribable

Flow of life

Energy flow freely

mental anguish our stupidity

Wisdom silent and listening

A moment atleast

Flip flop from man made to nature grown

Simply a extraction from reality

Egoic attachment to a story

Me, my, ours, we, I, belong to my identity

Handy words that distract from the real

The body a temporary vehicle for energy

A vision of things for the universe to see

Evolution, creativity and beauty

For all to see