Welcome to a wave-sculptedanother pixel-relic to tune-in to: a wavy sculpted Cornish cliff path, a resonance recognised, merely polished by me, along with countless other feet. Objects lower down the page owe more to my hands and mind. world-wide beach of word-sand — which keeps sinking under the steps of your eyes... its functional prose turning to prosaic chat, even indulgent poetry from parallel-processing parts of mind, forming sculpted text whose tell-tale red grains trip you into caverns below the 60+ years of surface, above... so skim them, indeed, if you want to get through this verbal quick-sand fast. Technical details and back-stories are concealed here, so if the world must be all results and smiles, they need not delay you unduly... unless of course, curiosity or accident gets the better of you —, pixel relicsthe top of the page shows some of my pixel-relics: objects that were not necessarilly made by me but to which you might attune. Any that get positive feedback will remain. This particular relic: a derelict Tregargus mine waterwheel, Cornwall, built c.1870 (photo c.1995) and who-knows-what hiding-in-sea-shells - the kind you can hold to your ear and hear sounds from between worlds in — how much you explore will determine how much of this collection you find — , washed-up on the timetideline below....
~`¸ eye-fi from the 90s: yellow lichen ~`¸ eye-fi from the 90s: Chateau Chambord, France, fallen leaves ~`¸ eye-fi from the 90s: Chateau Chambord, France, striated moss, macro ~`¸ eye-fi from the 90s: rock blocks, Andalusia ~`¸ eye-fi from the 90s: lichen tapestry, Andalusia ~`¸ eye-fi from the 90s: lichen framed rock, Andalusia ~`¸ eye-fi from the 90s: Montuenga Castle, Soria, Spain ~`¸ eye-fi from the 90s: high hole, Montuenga Castle ...forlorn eye-castle old photo of mine to tune-in our minds: gastropod caught abseiling down from a table on a strand of its own mucus. Damp Cornwall, with bright blue exercise ball as background... ~`¸ eye-fi from the 90s: potter wasp making a pot in a metal spring on my work-bench in Andalusia - side 1 of 3... ~`¸ eye-fi from the 90s: potter wasp ... 2 ~`¸ eye-fi from the 90s: potter wasp .... 3 ~`¸ eye-fi from the 90s: fig tree monsters, found on a walk high up in the Alpujarras China - 1970s - flow-powered water-lifting wheel - photo: Chris Stewart (for whom I built the wheel below) Beached artifacts range from "pretty functional" to "peculiarly aesthetic". Postpersonal, perhaps — post-"spiritual" too... with no more faith in fashion than in faith itself: the inflexible, unsupportable or fiction purporting to be fact. Paying attention to reasoned evidence. Like, that life on earth has potential to be heaven....that is unfortunately being torn to shreds between the conflicting grasps of humans wanting to own more, and make ever more copies of them selves, supported by industries that have taken on the guise of "mega-egos" which hide, obfuscate and often do not even recognise, their destructiveness. Carried to this on-line tideline upon currents passing lost archipelagos where it is possible to cross between islands of creativity and "specialised" technology at low tide. Diverse islands where ecology, art, construction and self-deconstruction can hybridise. Seeds from lands where the mind can avoid commercial coercion. Burnished by rolling with conceptual pebbles — eternal timeless, meditative cerebral and manual abrasion. Flotsam in a mischievous surf of theta waves.
So this wavesculptor?— by time-line. 1960s— A toddler, busy sketching, shaping: rock-gardens, ponds, fires, caves.... — Play as opposed to placation with "entertainment"? Could it be that building mountains as a child (appreciated by laying ones head near the ground and half closing ones eyes) inclines one to value landscape more? And that burning and smoking oneself leads one to an appreciation of the frequently ignored insidious hazards of combustion? If I had photographs of any of those earliest things that I made, you can be sure they would be here A school-kid whose model railway grows off a board and up round the walls;— that kind that spreads from its landscaped and ever-changing layout, started with the encouragement of father... only to escape his guidance onto the walls and round the room, before its very conceptual limitations are out-grown a crunchier teenager's nitro-fueled-model-boatHere's some images of a working model along similar lines to those my dad helped me build, that I in turn tutored a friend's son to build in 2017Apart from keeping the energy moving and teaching the tricks, I acted as the vice and the eyes... that is, quality control. I tried to keep my hands off the tools for all but demos. Here, we were about half-way through making the hull., apallingly-risky rocket-skate and chemistry experiments, hovercraft research, models and designs... partly-polished preliminaries co-existing with acquiring fluency in construction and abstraction - visual and literary — I read cubic metres of science fiction and wrote a fair few "litres" of it myself, sat at a heavy mechanical typewriter, sometimes from after school till late into the night, while my school-mates would be glued to the TV, which we didn't have. One of my joys in SF, indeed science, more than in either "petrified" religion or amoral materialistic thought is that it permits us to accept that we are far from the centre of the universe: maybe slightly more advanced than the slime that some pour bleach on. This recognises the possibility for progress, and aiming to become the eternal, the compassionate, the beautiful, that the spirtiual primitives once thought ruled over them (if they were lucky)....as opposed to the distopian fantasies the mainstream media continually produces....
1970s— Cross-discipliniary study cannot be "timetabled" for students aged over 13, so a difficult choice: the sciences - to gain an evidence-based grip of fundamental principles — I had to let-go of art and engineering at which I was intuitively better. I believed further skills and creative development could be more easily self-directed, as I had a natural attraction to them. I suspect I was right, and made the right choice for someone enjoying diversity, if not someone seeking excellence in a single field . Always better at discovery— most of what I have ever been taught has only served to confirm what I have already discovered. Those topics that have been presented to me as unknown I have often struggled or failed to remember. than being taught.... Leaving school with A-levels and a portfolio of electronic projects [mixer, train speed controller] already built and sold... and innocence blown away more by a first carAs soon as I was old enough, I bought a small, plain van and began tuning engines and putting the highly tuned ones into it. I was careful enough not to ever cause serious damage with it. Then I began playing with the bodywork too. Note that I was challenging male stereotypes at the same time with the pink paintwork - which I changed to blue and white when I decided to sell it and move on. Perhaps I shold have titled this paragraph "My Little Car". But ponies come into the story later.... than the opposite sex.... A "gap" in industry: a made-to-measure post in electronics at a small company in Essex— one-third London commuter belt, one-third rolling countryside, and the rest, wind-swept marshes where unpleasant industries hide themselves. My work took me in the opposite direction to the City commuters — prototyping instruments for nuclear reactors— for advanced gas-cooled reactor fuel rod vibration measurement, for application in the operating core. Those reactors still provide, in 2018, a continuous 20% of the grid electricity for the UK!... if ever sceptical of them. — Not abrupt; just the phase-out, through obselesence, of "open-cycle" nuclear technology: mine-refine-burn-partially-reprocess (leading to even more hazardous waste and nuclear weapons) -and-dump. It's replacement with a grid based upon wind, solar, improved efficiency through CHP —combined (local)-heating and (electrical)-power), microgeneration and storage would be the ideal. I have concerns about the stability of even technically-sound, waste-recycling nuclear solutions, through periods of social instability, even war, likely to arise as a result of population growth and movement, climate change and resource depletion, not to mention nuclear weapons proliferation.
1980s— A Special-Dual-Honours — with a ridiculous work-load compared to the combined hons. or arts undergrads in Physiology and Chemistry (with electronics thrown-in) from Sheffield — which was then an inspiring mix of many cultures, including the diversity of students themselves, united by the socialist policies of the time. I spent as much time with the Equestrian Club as I did with my academic study - see later... University. The degree helps understand personal idiosyncratic health — I have the kind of physiology that responds dramatically to environmental stimuli, both helpful and difficult and similar systems. Even though it is enjoyable, the opportunity to continue in a lab carreer as a poorly-paid postgraduate — studying perfluorocarbons as emergency blood substitutes — interesting but not really what I considered important, and the hierarchically structured, externally manipulated approach to potentially beneficial research again left me without enduring enthusiasm is declined.
Instead, freelance writing, an electronics business, remote grillfiends and refurbishing a Norfolk cottage. Building the fireplace in the East Dereham cottage I spent some years renovating] Grim beige beginnings. ...bewitched by imps who will "have a go"... Relatively, Wavesculptor's "high-earning" period...that is to say I'm not often wondering where next month's food is going to come from - just the mortage, new-equipment and new-vehicle instalments. My (ex-)grilfiend helps things along by leaving me the local authority grant - of three-thousand pounds... for my three years work doubling the value of the house which is in her name. I really should learn about these things..... Flying lessons — this might seem like a "signal" (you decide of what) and I had my doubts about mentioning it here, but it was such an education about the false façade of life that I bounced off it. I'd never been a passenger on a commercial flight, and for me it was more about being a "bird" than a "pilot", so I quickly became disenchanted by the totally unautomated aeroplane and the two-way radio that required constant trivial attention, not to mention the abrasive instructor who expected me to operate like an autopilot without a moment to enjoy the view - and certainly no exploration! Luckily, he had the controls when, the first time we took off, the plane hit strong turbulence (that he was expecting) at the end of the runway... and as we fell sideways out of the sky with me staring at the wingtip about to plough the ground, he was gracefully levelling it back up while my life flashed through my mind. Then there was that little company's dingy tin "lounge" where some trainees seemed prepared to hang out... just slightly less worrying than some of the characters who didn't seem interested in flying but just hanging-out there, particularly one with a Rolls-Royce limo and fur coat, determined to prove by way of make-up and affectation that, against all odds, they were female.... aren't enjoyable but re-training "difficult" but promising horses is— succeeding by forming deep mutual relationships with them. — I befriended even the moodiest horses, despite making a point of leaving their feeding to other people. Their physical reward from me was intensive attention, brushing and massage. I rode with a mild bit which a couple even became understanding enough of to put their head straight into the minimalist bridle I used when I held it out, associating it with a time of communicative play rather than brutal domination! I got into all this by studying classical dressage and horse management while at university, as an organiser of the Equestrian Club, where I spent as much time as I did with my academic study, though I was also the only boy who chose this as an alternative to more competitive team sports at school. I helped successfully steer the Uni club towards greater popularity and connection with the horses, and away from its haughty "Entitlement"-dominated history. A couple of years after I began working with horses on an individual basis, beyond conventional imposition of will, I began to question the value of what I was doing when the trust and affection I had built were betrayed when some horses went back to owners whose traditional habits cut across all we had achieved. I still love horses, and like to get to know them, but have not ridden or attempted to "work" with them during the latter half of my life Campaigning for the vegetarian movement — and later, the vegan movement, having been a vegetarion by choice since I was ten yours old, something that required substantial assertiveness, as it was virtually unheard of in the UK and very much put-down! I stood for national committee positions, and organised and gave very popular local cookery demonstrations and talks. In my early 30s I returned to being omnivorous, as a result of studying how I and my omniverous partner responded to food - eating a small amount wild and organic animal produce once or twice a week - when I discovered it helped me cope with the burn-out and medical problems that ended this period. Maybe I will return fully to veganism when I do not have to work so much to stay alive, now that I understand nutrition a bit better, but for now that is reluctantly where I am. I hope and suspect that ethical, tissue-cultured meat, with the same diversity of nutrients as foraging animals, will have become mainstream by then ahead of its time. But crippling arthritis and depression intervene.... time for some personal development cover artwork for the newsletter of the London co-counselling community, with which I was involved, and where I met my life-partner for the next eight years while working out how to begin inner repairs — my GP would only treat the symptoms, not find the cause, ie. offer steroids, painkillers, anti-depressants and suchlike, and it was at this point that I lost all faith in the mainstream healthcare system. I initially tracked my problems down to food senisitivities due to gut-permeability at a time when the connections were hardly known about. But only recently has following advances in health research suggested the extent of self-inflicted damage from regular exposure to heavy metals, solvents, PCBs and chlorinated solvents all associated with my work, despite preautions at a time when their dangers were scoffed at.... I continue to manage all this, mostly through diet, exercise, rest and self-knowledge.
1990s— The artistryitem 17 of about 30 I made and catalogued in the early 90s - an ambiguous, figurative white earthenware item forsaken to make a living now comes out to play. This surreal wood-carvingsurreal wood-carving; exhibited at Manchester Acadamy, among other places; sold to someone who worked in the finance world.... gets mainstream public and other exhibitions, while this controversial one surreal wood-carving, covetted emough to get stolen while at a private exhibition is stolen while on show. Popular ones are made into ceramic or highly-polished surreal-organic wood-carving with human characteristics, about 70cm high. This original was later damaged by taking a mould from it to make castings. Image pushed to highlight woodgrain acrylic on a mirror - write more - lots sold limited editions. Selling work detracts from the inclination to make it, so when keenest salesman meets an untimely death, the house gets sold instead — rather than compete with tradition, trends, and others with art-school backgrounds in endless submissions to galleries, to go "commune" hopping around the world, leaving a wake of minor wavesculptures anywhere they can be made.
Back at home in Europe, applying wavesculpting to material needs in Andalusia begins with several affordable solar water heating systems. A thermal storeThe pointed hat still sits on the heat store of one of my simple convection solar thermal systems after many years in use; the outdoor shower in the foreground is provided by it most of the year a rooftop-view of a domestic convecting solar thermal system, custom built in the mountains of Analusia; after many years in use; the white insulating jacket covering the stainless steel heatstore in the view from down the mountain is removed; the collector panel summer-winter-efficiency tilt mounts can be seen gets an iconic pointed hat — and sat upon its high pillar to enable gravity-circulation. It can also heat the swimming pool, described below. Peter liked the idea of being a wizard in his own way, hence that hat. The off-beat holiday centre, Cortijo Romero, gets a landmark 5.5m high Moorish-tower heatstorethermal store in custom-built 5.5m Moorish tower; 250kW.hr; designed and built in the late 90s. and underfloor heating — which transforms the cold tiled floors into a pleasure in winter, still with "home-made" solar-thermal panels — they all had selective absorber applied and returned at least 60% efficiency in the continuous bright sun of southern spain; they would not have worked so well in the intermittant sun and cloud of northern europe. that the local ex-pat hippies like the price and rustic lookTrev cleaning his "rustic-look" solar collectors at Cortijo Romero. Easily re-angled for best efficiency in both winter and summer sun. of.
Greater creative scope is found in this unique, exponentially-developing series of three sharply defined ceramic-skinned,Trev doing the organic mosaic design of El Valero swimming pool weir-rimfrog enjoying the pure water, sun and finished mosaic (they prefered the pool when the tiles hadn't been vacuumed for a while....) organic-geometric swimming pools, with ecological sanitising systems. The first is excavated entirely by handthe first wavesculptor curvy ceramic swimming pool, with incorporated rocks, for my friend Peterthe first wavesculptor curvy ceramic swimming pool, with incorporated rocks, for my friend PeterThe first wavesculptor curvy ceramic swimming pool with incorporated rocks, in a hollow in the mountainside. Apart from its shape, it features some "tonne-sized" boulders built into the walls I managed this without destroying their natural appearance, or compromising water-tightness by thoroughly cleaning them and tieing the steel reinforcing structure into them to hold them in compression and efficient, ecological slow-sand-bed filtrationSlow, gravity sand filter beds, as used in public utlility potable water plants, host living micro-organisms which clean the water. They cannot be used with "disinfectants" like chorine. They are more efficient in all ways except size and initial cost than the compact fast-flow pressurised filters almost universally used on "disinfected" swimming pools. Peter, however, prefered to refill the pool regularly from his spring on the land, rather than run the pump, using metered grid-power on this pool, and deal with flushing the sand filter.
The second pool, above Lanjaron, incorporates reed-bed nutrient stripping along with charcoal and "slow sand" filtration. This was because the water used to fill it came from open storage tanks. The first fill was hot, smelly, and green with algae, and it was very difficult to establish the ecosystem as a result. Other features are a wet sun-deck and a curtain water-fall The second wavesculptor curvy ceramic swimming pool with waterfall and incorporated rock Plan of the second wavesculptor curvy ceramic swimming pool. Spot the incorporated rock, curtain waterfall and wet sun-deck - to expose a thin-film of water to oxygen and intense UV light, as well as produce an aesthetic human space. Precise levelling and grading of the stones and distribution gutters produced the uniform thin films. A local tiler-friend helping tile the pool. The curtain waterfall lip is the copper-blue coloured strip following the top of the wall in the background. all running on solar power and a relatively efficient (German) 250W pump. Near the end of the build, it gets enveloped in a several-100-hectare mountain wild-fire. These beloved old chestnut giants survive, despite their hollow isides burning!One of several favourite ancient chestnut trees above Lanjarón, Andalucia, which survived this extensive wild-fire which even spread up inside its hollow trunk. Photographed while I was building my second pool nearby in the late 90s.
Beloved life-companion, advocate and well-connected counsellor Evelyn MarsdenI extended Evelyn's dress with body paint, for a party.... dies, and with her, another "sales manager" and half the threads of the artists life die too. No longer a concept, I am left a bereft human. Coffin sculpture?
2000s— I register wavesculptor.com and design and code the site from scratch. — Not at all like this one, and split into many detailed pages. Web-editing software and templated content-management systems have always left me feeling like I'm imprisoned in someone else's (rectangular) grid, so I work using a text-editor to create all the functionality and style, as well as the content. If you wanted similar from me, you'd need to support me for a long time to build it! It is very much a project for when more "outward" activities are uncomfortable or blocked, by weather or cash-flow. Some contrasting original pages describing the pools are accessible from the link under the third pool section, below I begin building my first self-contained van to develop my location-based lifestyle. A 2001 snap of the inside of the first van that I began converting in 1996crossing the Pyrenées I do most of the basic conversion while living at Redfield Community,early 2000s view of the south aspect of Redfield, home of an Intentional Community. I didn't build (much of) this - I just lived and worked here for a few years - as a sculptor and on my first van. Apart from the size of the rooms, it was not as grand as it looks here. in Buckinghamshire. But building intricately leaves small margins, just enough to relocate the van and live while working in the remote locations I enjoy — daily commuting is one of the biggest wastes of resources we have come to take for granted in industrial society, as living and working areas are regulated and zoned apart from each other. I have always resisted this, and sought to keep where I'm working hospitable to humans as well as wildlife, and live right next to where I'm actually working.
My ultimate pool in las Alpujarras — and perhaps my ultimate project thus far - was built over four years, from 2000 - 2004, working roughly November - July, to avoid the most wind and rain in the North and scorching in the South— is for Chris Stewart, author of "Driving Over Lemons" and "Parrot in a Pepper Tree".the "Parrot in a Pepper Tree" parakeet, looking as unkempt as me and probably commiserating about life. We were mates - enough for me to be able to reach out to him without getting pecked, unlike the other men normally around. His favourite games were dive-bombing and screaming at cats and men, and pinching the steel-ties for the reinforcement for the pool, as fast as we cut them. Light work compared to the knives and forks he also collected.... As well as the promo video for the second book, I record the making of this poolThis is the pool just before first long-term fill in spring 2003(?), just after tiling, while working on the mosaiced weir around the rim. I climbed a tree to get this, the best view I have, of the symmetry of the two spiral staircases. in some detail. Here I am re-testingthe author swimming in his construction, May 2010, with companion Donna, the only person ever known to be more put-off by cool water than himround pebbles set in tile gridPart of the unique wavesculptor horizontal-bulk-flow reedbeds, with resident fish and amphibians it in 2010 at the same time as this shows the glass-like clarityThe third wavesculptor curvy ceramic swimming pool, showing the full-surround skimming weir and resulting footwash-stream on its way to the reed-beds... of the 2.4 metre deep water, maintained by the reed beds and gravity filtration. The water-wheel is the circulating "pump", powered by the tracking solar array at the top of the page2001: wavesculptor was using, designing and building with solar PV before it became mainstream; 500W tracking array (with moon), built to power the construction and function of the eco-swimming-pool water-wheel (below).
On my seasonal migrations to the UK, I continue retreating to PFAF,Leguminous tree with blue pods at Plants For A Future near Fowey in Cornwall, helping maintain the infrastructure and trees, some of which I'd helped plant in the beginning in the late 80s. Alongside this I get "domestic" - designing and building a set of local-larch window frames and doorsone of a set of high-spec larch cottage windows I made for Helen, based on the elegant Georgian style-language, with slim frames, admiting more light than off-the-shelf chunky wood or toxic PVC for my friend Helen'sfriend Helen looking like the subject of a 16th Dutch painting, whilst preparing to paint the room cottage.
Summer singing-camps with entheogens mean I get involved in festival site management and music, before getting fully into designingthe author in about 2009. I found the hand-rail, an almost shaded-out regrowth from a coppiced stump, and cut and tidied it up to make what I'm holding. photo - Sarah P.this is what I was just standing on! the stair-rail happened organically; this is a rendering of my CAD drawing for the stairs which I designed rather more mechanistically and managing a quirky Steiner house rennovation and extensiona multi-purpose garden-aspected room I designed for my friends.
But BBC "Gardeners World" presenter Ivan Hicks lures me away to design and build three giant, bulging flowerpots through winter 2008-9,Ivan, whose fault it was, and a passing actress. The bulging authentic pot-like material was my take. They would have been happy with easier straight and shiny, as per the garden fork in the next slide, from another contractor. The craziest thing I have yet been involved in. Upon completion, the grounds were far too "tidy" (with all their path edgings and new fencing) for the pots and other Lilliputian touches to look persuasive. In this photo, the bamboos had started to overgrow some of the regularity and, like giant lawn-grass, make the pots look more at home Sunset on the giant flower pots I built, on the rim of the site of what was to be one of the largest geodesic biomes to date follies for his psychadelic "Lilliput" garden at a new Butterfly World near London - planned to surpass the Eden Projectspindle bush berries contrasting with the Eden Project which I lived near and often visited with friends whose garden backed on to it as the largest biome in europe — but instead failing to get beyond its foundations, thanks perhaps to the 2008 banking melt-down. These slides show me with the shuttering for a large pot, spraying a "small" pot and sending it on its waywith my most professional worker, who replaced the team I had originally found. He thought I was a complete %$*! to begin with. We ended up with a lot of time for each other.What did you see before you looked closer? Actually, these "little" pots were easy as that after the large ones. Sitting, not standing at the top of a tower, being blown over by the recoil from the jet of concrete!I really feel like I'm in Lilliput in this image, between all this heavy moving stuff that could crush me so easily....
My utopian vision — to make this job as enjoyable and environmentally benign as possible, living as a small community on-site with a group of "likeminded" co-workers who are also friends for my part of the project fatally obscures my anticipation of the brutal "civil" battlefield —conventional "civil-engineering" that is: wind and diesel fumes, in which all plant and animal life is stripped away with 40 tonne machines and piled in a heap, to be replaced with pick-n-mix green icing sprinkled back on only when my job is supposed to be finished, with the coming of spring - and all ostensibly for butterflies...? The planners want the dome (on the skyline from the M25) half buried, and the pasture that had existed there is considered too rich for the butterfly food-plants that are to replace it, so it all has to go.... which I am letting myself in for, compounded by the iciest winter for decades - during which I have planned to spray pot-like concrete. The hard winter also leads to a vast overspend. My helpers take every opportunity to leave. I thread surplus-heat pipes from my eco-CHP unit through the large water lines and 1000 litre tanks on the exposed site to stop them freezing solid. Aiming for ecological, as ever, much of my water is collected from the temporary-structure roofs. Arguably less ecological, but more sculptural than the alternative - some kind of imitation plastic - "concrete spraying" here, means blasting the concrete itself onto a mould, or more of itself, not spraying something light, like paint, onto existing concrete. Almost creative "artillery" - in which the concrete is propelled by air from a 400 horsepower compressor. The recoil from clearing blockages in the hose once almost threw me under the guard-rail, nearly off the tower on which I was working, and bruised and bloodied me several times. Nevertheless.... The sculptures themselves are fun to build, but my spirit and finances are destroyed — spirit, from working amid the wasteland already described, which improved when it froze; and both spirit and finances, by spending myself into more personal debt than I had ever been in, in order to finish the job, whilst surrounded and encouraged by people who were hiding the money away. My belief was that the spin-off from the project (which has not, of course, ocurred) would bring re-imbursement. The site rules I had to operate under made the original budgets for the job totally unrealistic. The top-level project managers would not negotiate on price, but others, fascinated by the sculptural process, were very generous, lending me heavy equipment and tradespeople who were far more productive in this environment than my own crew. Temporary respite is the christmas shutdown: when an owl visits me — while the site is closed down and everyone else has gone away. We converse in short musical phrases, as I play the piano in my cabin during the dark evenings... in the comforting stillness ... instead of heavy machinery A 30 tonne digger at the point of lift-off, attached to one of my pots (which it was nevertheless managing to drag on the pot's built-in sled...) rumbling. The laying-down pots were made in the same mould as the standing-up one. The "laying down" was a tense moment - a crowd of hard site-professionals waiting to cheer or jeer as the pot touched-down safely or otherwise. The digger operator loved them like his own, and I trusted the steel concealed in them, so I had few worries.
2010s— To recover from my literal Lilliputian-world crushing by giants, I rejoin the little people in these ancient Welsh woods: Trev-the-elf. Spring 2010, Bryncoch, Gower, South Wales...100 metres further into the ancient wood in musicA fiesty1930s baby grand with which I fell totally in love but could only keep for a couple of years, while I had space for it..., in "being" among the welsh wild ponies, and cyclingjust "being" among wild ponies; I love these ponies, particularly their friendly stallion. They are free to roam many kilometres of moorland on the Gower peninsula, South Wales, though they are "managed" to some extent - including by the selection of the introduced, domestically bred stallion. One of the things I love about free, complex, less-domesticated animals is their *choice* to be around me, even if I never feed them, but just out of sociability when I give them undemanding, responsive attention, rather than forcing human values (typically impatience) on them. Most *farmed* animals, by comparison, have had much "will" intentionally bred out of them, to reduce the amount of force needed to dominate them, and are thus pretty boring to just "be" around.... It was a 20 mile return journey with over 100m change in height just to go get my shopping, on Gower. Luckily, most of it was off-road, along the Kline(sp) cycle-route. The traffic fumes more than made up for that on the bits of road that I did have to use, however. wherever I need. I work on my album of offbeat "shamanic" environmental songs and improving my singing and piano, complemented as ever with practical jobs including building a series of odourless, dry comp-loosThe joy is transforming a nuisance, even health hazard, into something beneficial and extremely important for plant growth. Once you've increased your garden productivity 10-fold with your own, you're hooked. Especially if, as with this design, the process involves far less effort and smells than with more "basic" diy constructions., horticultureRivendell garden 2015, artichauts, neuves et la lune and studying music, in both Gower and Dartington. Rivendell comploo While building this compost toilet and shower, my eye was caught by a bright, blue-red alternating sparkle from under a tree, several paces away. On looking closer, I found a peacock butterfly signalling and sunning itself on the asphalt - its scales actually refracting the dappled sunlight into sharp patterns in my eye - something I've never seen before or since. I was so inspired, that the event merged with my musical-learning journey at the time and turned into the song you can hear me playing at the piano in a nearby image. v6 Loo Don't worry. Its all hidden and simple when the bonnet (...hood) is shut. Is that better? I can't even build a (mobile) chicken house without wavesculpting it a bit. A mobile chicken house I built for the new biodynamic farm, run by the Apricot Centre next door. Funny how the hens and colour scheme worked-out, isn't it? the worlds least bossy person, but determined to hold an idea together that has a lot more to it than those working on it would build The holy hen house. My mandate was to build a disease-proof mobile hen house for less than the cost of anything off-the-shelf, using only myself and a team of volunteers. Hum Ha. The total absence of horizontal internal structure and mesh floor is so everything falls out the bottom.
2020s—? Publishing this site again! Making a living among fellow environmentalists and transitioners. Blinkered commerce is not viable - it never was, long-term. Projects involve shared aims and friendship. Making something odd or repairing stuff for local friends that would rather conserve than consume while calamity of historic proportion — the corporate-consumer and nationalism monsters consuming past freedoms. Despots getting themselves elected! Ancient "un-owned" diversity that was never been monetised, milled unsustainably in the grab for short-term rewards, the plunderer not the plundered guarded by legislation and militarism. The arctic burns. The Great Extinction epoch accelerates gets anaesthetised shrugs. I'll never be able to retire but I work ever more gently, whilst keeping fit. I add essential bits to my compact, six-wheeled life-support pod,my current (and second) self-build van, on levelling "stilts", investigated by shiny black cat-friend another visitor enjoying the warm Cat Compartment; I've never kept a cat; they just come to visit20 years previously, the older van, same spot, different passenger (early stages of conversion), "having begun cutting the windows, but not removed and raised the roof; all that great stack of insulation, and more, went into the van and still left plenty of room, and very little heating cost working on the body from the access platform, having removed and replaced the roof fitting the insulation, van underfloor heating - I just had to put this one on for those that mightn't believe that anyone would fit a small van with wet underfloor heating (that works very well off the solar thermal panels too!!) It had, of course, to go in before most interior fittings! study J S Bach and build electric bicycles— and here grows the root tip - contact me for the latest.ebike image text
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