Author Archives: daddyp

ARTISTS – and all that jazz

Many artists “respond to spaces” … apparently … and annoyingly.
Not that many respond to a trip to the supermarket … or, the dentist … or visiting their mother.
Everyone is always in a ‘space’.
The ‘artist’ seems to be very selective. There seems to be a correlation between ‘space’ and ‘what can I gain from this?’

EVEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS

I remember the pleasure and excitement all those years ago when we moved into our first flat. Begging, borrowing and almost stealing the furniture needed to furnish it. 2nd hand this, 5th hand that.
16 properties later, both here and abroad, the excitement hasn’t diminished.

The difference now is there’s a bit more cash floating around and [...]

WHY ON EARTH DOES A DUCK NEED AN UMBRELLA?

Oh, now I understand … I think.
*scratches head and ponders*
Pondering is a GOOD thing BTW.

EXCELLENT NEWS

We’ve just discovered from a chap in the village that the new pad in Portugal has fibre optic cable running right up to it. Mega supa-dupa internet speed that reacts faster than I do!!!! I’m so excited that I’ve just spilt my sherry trifle. Just got to get it connected when we go out there [...]

BANYAN TREES

Under the banyan tree remains an exceedingly good place to be … for the moment. It enables me to ignore the world with all it’s defects and enables me to concentrate on building a dais for Lo, she is a terrible Goddess. Decking is VERY important.

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PLAN 5328

The new pad in Portugal used to be a shop.
A plan is forming in the empty expanse that used to house my brain, to open an art gallery in Cellar 1. “Daddy Papersurfer’s Cellar Full of Stuff” has a ring of success written all over it.
There is enough space there to create innovative, wonderful objects. [...]

ANNIVERSARY POST

It’s been one year since I last tasted tobacco.
I’m yet to be convinced that the benefits outweigh the drawbacks as I sit here surrounded by e-cigarettes with my arms, legs and forehead covered in nicotine patches. There are truths and lies within this sentence -#interestingpsychologicaltest
I think I need some jeopardy in my life. Perhaps [...]

THE APPLE OF MY EYE

I casually stabbed an apple with a screwdriver, held it aloft and said to the apple of my eye “Take a piccy.”
Without a word she complied and then wandered back to her throne.
I thought I heard a slight sigh but it might just have been the sofa welcoming her return.
I think Magritte would have approved.
#artyselfiesthataren’t

THE QUIET CORNER

Everyone needs a quiet corner……. shussssssh.