Theres been all these illustrations going on around me at the moment where I've seen people talking themselves out of things which they were in the midst of doing and then being surprised when what they talked themselves out of stopped happening which I find really weird but if it's so obvious in others then it behooves me somewhat to have a good look at my own life and see if I'm doing it to myself.
But ow, it hurts... not looking at myself but theres a pussy cat on my lap and I have to lean forward to get to the keyboard and so before I go much further I think Pussy has got to go... but then it also makes sense that I make some little tabs on the edge of the work surface in front of me so, because winter is on it's way and the pussy cats spend a reasonably vast amount of together time during this season on my lap, then these little fold out tabs will allow me to both sit here with pussies upon the folded legs lap and me being able to type away quite comfortably.
Task completed, I let Puss go and went and grabbed her rain time outside pillow under the eaves by the backdoor and shes had a good sniff of it and knows it's her pillow so she's now comfortable over by the window and I'm comfortable sitting forward on my chair and tap, tap, tapping the early morning into a lighter drier existence after last nights heavyish rain.
So as regards the talking into stopping stuff I had my own long drawn out semi ordeal which basically sorted itself out anyway but still is worthy of comparison to what seems like other almost totally blundering about.
I did a job last year for a chap who runs a steel business so that's quite handy for me as I do tend to enjoy a bit of steel now and again and so I did graphic design for him for cash and material credit and because he was total old school and even grew up in the old neighbourhood, which incidentally we didn't find out 'till later, but when we did find out though he was another five years on me it was exactly the same streets and beaches and market gardens bordering the rail yards and factories on the edge of Otahuhu, so there was a natural trust and even springiness and stretchiness to deal making which bordered quite nicely on that instilled criminality which the middle classes find so hard to understand in the working class.
Anyways I basically did the work and took it to the printers for a sample even but then when he saw it it was like that's not what I want and I'm like okay pay me the cash and I'm now nicely warmed up on this graphics thing but I've other stuff to do so I'll find the edges and go back in and create the changes you want in my spare time and he's like cool but I was kinda feeling 'you bastard' I've sweated bricks to get this far and it's already bloody cheap so why you being cheeky?
Then the slow breakdown of computer function started. It was real slow though and took months. The drawing tablet pen stopped working and eventually I pulled it apart and the battery earth solder had broken so I resoldered it but then the putting it back together was tricky and it kinda worked but didn't also so it's like okay, well old Dick Smith tablet, it's time for a new one. Then the graphics card on the already well old secondhand laptop I got in '12 started playing up but not anywhere near huge but enough to tell me it was on it's way out. Meanwhile I got a new drawing tablet, a genius one for $60.00 but then it wouldn't function properly either so research followed and it's like going well under the hood to fix my Operating system, a Linux one, but theres an easier way which is to run a later model operating system from a live disk.
Long story short the computer finally died so I built a new one from shit found on the side of the road... no costs whatsoever, the files for the work weren't lost as I found a USB stick at my bro's and there they all were, and Ubuntu studio 15.10 sitting on the desktop ready to cut to DVD and it's like four months since I've even seen this guy but I'm ready to go again so I send him an e-mail at last saying sorry but my tools slowly deconstructed themselves and I've finally built it all up again and I'm ready to go and he sends back straight away, I'm happy with what you did now and all I need is the file and the name of the printers... sweet, sorted, he ain't gonna punch me out and maybe even realised when I disappeared you don't look a gift horse in the mouth...
I gotta, though, review my own operating system 'cause these other three systems I've just seen up close are dismantling themselves even before they get started and it's the speed at which this happens which is what I'm seeing. My own unconscious dismantling goes well slow and I've kinda seen this but it's been too slow to really validate it and bring it all forward for review but then these three on the edges cases are so pronounced in destructive tendencies I'm waving a red flag at myself.
It's not positive thinking either 'cause that's just as dangerous for setting ourselves up for falls but it's knowing in the complete and utter here and now where we're unconsciously undermining ourselves. I did it with my guy where I should have spoken up and said "I've done the shit, it's done, we're done and detailing costs extra, pay up or get on a new horse!" But no, I grinned and bore it, I threw it on my shoulders and ignored my disgruntlement and my computer stuff, the graphics card especially, said you ain't seeing it properly, your vision is blinkered and so we're going bust too.
But I'm lucky I'm actually quite aware of my stupids. It ain't smelly shit to be pushed into corners then wonder where the stink is coming from... it's my shit so I give it a good sniff, build up the noses abilities, smear it over my clothes and watch people react as the mirrors we all can use... Take on the lesson not so blantantly obvious but then, aha, others are there showing us in big blatant detail what coming off us as a stink too.
I'm glad I'm lazy then, that one of my most developed abilities is to do nothing, or at the very least as little as possible 'cause with a little applied spirituality then the observation without reacting either positively or negatively and watched with an eagles eye for subconscious tendencies, both in myself and reflected back at me, it makes it all the more enjoyable and recreates the time to really get sat well back into the laziness.
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Friday, January 29, 2016
Photobucket site won't load.
So there's always many ways to do things not the least of which is trying this way which is to simply write some words around a picture uploaded from the desktop then grab the link to use somewhere else.
To me this kinda represents the highest of high relationships on what might be this earthly plane... simple friendship without words, without sex, without work or any other complicative set of gestures and the simple joining of energies within the unhurried passing of time..
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Two souls.
Two men stood in a very small line and eventually a slightly harried Angel come striding over carrying a set of scales which, when he arrived, he put down on the ground and then looked up at them and with a slight look of bemusement and said "Yes, this is the VIP entrance and admittedly it doesn't get used as often as the main entrance and we usually wait for a few more before we come and sort you but you two, well, I think you might understand."
The two men looked somewhat bemused themselves and this statement really added nothing, or even subtracted from, this entirely obvious look of bemusement they then, all three men, shared.
So by now you might realise they stood at the entrance to Heaven and that these two were recently deceased... the mention of the Angel, St Peter incidentally, might have given this away, and hopefully the shared bemusement, but if it hasn't I've cleared it all up by stating unequivocally where we are so that's that sorted.
But who are these two men? Actually it matters more that it doesn't matter as at this stage, and even needing this stage, is more about there no longer being an identity then there ever was a matter of it being somehow of regard.
The first man though remembers the story, as it is forever passing down to us as worthy of at least some contemplation, and so reaches into his chest and grabs the heavy stone that is his heart then crouches down and places it on the scales against the feather on the other side. "Indeed' says Peter, " and you might be wondering why we place the scales on the ground here at this entrance but you sir seem to understand so it bodes well."
At this point then a warm but somewhat smelly mixture of tidal effluent comes meandering around their ankles and is popping and hissing and the stone heart which has made the second man smile somewhat in his bemusement starts to melt and crumble at which the second man's smile fades somewhat whilst the firsts scowl becomes a wide toothy grin. "Well done fine Sir" says the Saint present as they all watch the scales slip back to balance and the feather slowly wafts off.
Then even before the second man reaches into his chest to what he knows is a feather they all hear the rumble of the incoming tsunami of grief.
"Yup" say our Angel. "Not too many of you see that one coming.' and gives his own wings a bit of a flick and hands, from nowhere it seems, the first man an already inflated life preserver.
The two men looked somewhat bemused themselves and this statement really added nothing, or even subtracted from, this entirely obvious look of bemusement they then, all three men, shared.
So by now you might realise they stood at the entrance to Heaven and that these two were recently deceased... the mention of the Angel, St Peter incidentally, might have given this away, and hopefully the shared bemusement, but if it hasn't I've cleared it all up by stating unequivocally where we are so that's that sorted.
But who are these two men? Actually it matters more that it doesn't matter as at this stage, and even needing this stage, is more about there no longer being an identity then there ever was a matter of it being somehow of regard.
The first man though remembers the story, as it is forever passing down to us as worthy of at least some contemplation, and so reaches into his chest and grabs the heavy stone that is his heart then crouches down and places it on the scales against the feather on the other side. "Indeed' says Peter, " and you might be wondering why we place the scales on the ground here at this entrance but you sir seem to understand so it bodes well."
At this point then a warm but somewhat smelly mixture of tidal effluent comes meandering around their ankles and is popping and hissing and the stone heart which has made the second man smile somewhat in his bemusement starts to melt and crumble at which the second man's smile fades somewhat whilst the firsts scowl becomes a wide toothy grin. "Well done fine Sir" says the Saint present as they all watch the scales slip back to balance and the feather slowly wafts off.
Then even before the second man reaches into his chest to what he knows is a feather they all hear the rumble of the incoming tsunami of grief.
"Yup" say our Angel. "Not too many of you see that one coming.' and gives his own wings a bit of a flick and hands, from nowhere it seems, the first man an already inflated life preserver.
Friday, November 6, 2015
Cowboy stylings.
Part two of the opening backdoor.
For me what it really comes down to is that an emerging social and eco- orientated conscience with a willingness to work towards those ends which are of most benefit to humans living in modified landscapes alongside what might be defined as natural landscapes is that the old model of commercial/charity being the only way to approach a problem just isn't cutting it anymore and we shouldn't have to make that paradigm fit us as we design approaches to the re-vitalisation of our place on this earth.
It stands to reason, but a reason yet to be clarified, that it would be advantageous if we accepted a model whereby we all need to work to live, and therefore some sort of recompense was required but at the same time accept that that work can be of benefit to more than just ourselves and so in line with what might now be called a charitable contribution.
This might be what is termed post-capitalism, which might be almost the same as capitalism except the impetus and drive isn't to advance the individual in terms of material consequence but is a retention of the system of barter being afforded efficiencies using a monetary basis for exchange alongside and serving, as it were, a collective orientation towards the greater good.
Long ago I realised that an efficient process would do itself out of it's job, which is to say that anything started and taken to fruition would get to a stage where it became self perpetuating and didn't require human labour anywhere near the extent that it did at it's beginning but the biggest problem with this within a capitalist system is that there is an inbuilt tendency for this not to happen simply because it would no longer yield profit and so the initial investment of time, labour and capital would be lost.
The automobile industry is just one of many that illustrates this well in that it is well within our abilities as an industrialized economy to create vehicles which could easily last for decades upon decades with an absolute minimum of re-investment but we don't do that. What we do do and it's is hugely wasteful is to keep creating new vehicles year after year which degrade not mechanically at all, or at least not significantly, but that they degrade mostly in style as they are almost exclusively a fashion accessory and that this has almost become the paramount requirement to ensure full employment of the vested interests which have aligned themselves within that industry.
And it's completely stupid.
A comparison would be to look at the efficiency of growing vegetables and fruit trees on an average 1/4 acre block, because we all somewhat understand this process within our own little kingdoms, but imagine if every year we had to sell off more and more of that efficiency simply because wheelbarrows were badly made and it became our prerogative to keep changing the colour each season to the extent that the changing of the colours became paramount and the simple fact they were badly made had little consequence?
But now I must cede back into my original discussion and give up this easily embraced criticism of what things are like now because that's one of our big problems too. This inclination we all share to spend far too much time hauling the present system over the coals and not actually spending time, if any, in creating solutions. And that's why we need to work towards redefining the commercial/charitable paradox because we need people to be able to earn a living but also work towards redefining the possibilities of new ways of doing things.
The present system is unfair in the sense that people without backing can't afford to be as charitable as they might wish they could be and in that regard charity is the playground of the affluent.
But again I diverge towards criticism of things as they are... so simple!
One thing I have noticed over the past few years is one that effects the market economy, and I don't mean markets of the type that Merrill Lynch etc plays in but the type we see forming in carparks on weekends with a bent towards the craft market alike Titirangi and Coatesville which occur once a month. At once quite quaint and somewhat nostalgic they also often sit, the marketeers, on economic realities not visited upon the mass of economic activity to the extent that within what we might call the first world these people are almost having to exist in a third world. Case in point is that those who effectively engineer a product from nothing, or at least a cheap and available resource, must basically get in and make their money both to recoupe their investment and provide a living without protection from others who might recognise the validity of their works and the efficiencies they have created and just basically steal all the hard word they have done creating a market share for their product.
Yet the types of efficiencies these people create is what we actually need. This kind of seedbed architecture of how things might be is left on the forest floor of economic development to make it's own way and while on a personal level this is quite a good thing, as it makes the individual canny and aware (given they even make it through), such strengths are missing and decidely under-developed in the group sense and this is what we really do need if we are to cede into a post-capitalist system.
In short instead of seeing wealth creation as the end product of efficiencies we have to see, and embrace, wealth creation at the beginning of production.
And that which is our stream of waste is the most likely candidate to enact the groundwork required to create a feasible system where people are allowed access to that stream of waste and in a way that encourages both a growing and expanding view of that use whilst also ensuring these experimenters and possibility makers have a reliable source of income which doesn't require them to protect and lock out others from utilizing and making even more efficient the use of resource they have created.
Then what needs careful consideration is that once a resource becomes valuable within our current system the likelihood is that the suppliers of said resource, which started as rubbish, becomes part of regular economic activity and subject to increasing costs which then basically renders it rubbish again because the people who are able to utilise it when it was cheap cannot afford it any longer and this kind of irony, in the capitalist system is actually the most in need of re-aligning towards a sense of what charity is and can be as the future finds us acknowledging who and what we are as social creatures beyond economic slaves and masters.
Part three; How it happens at the Waitakere Transfer Station... or maybe even where I actually live, Manukau, simply because the vested interests at Waitakere cannot give up their individually lucrative stranglehold on selling dreams to the next generation.
For me what it really comes down to is that an emerging social and eco- orientated conscience with a willingness to work towards those ends which are of most benefit to humans living in modified landscapes alongside what might be defined as natural landscapes is that the old model of commercial/charity being the only way to approach a problem just isn't cutting it anymore and we shouldn't have to make that paradigm fit us as we design approaches to the re-vitalisation of our place on this earth.
It stands to reason, but a reason yet to be clarified, that it would be advantageous if we accepted a model whereby we all need to work to live, and therefore some sort of recompense was required but at the same time accept that that work can be of benefit to more than just ourselves and so in line with what might now be called a charitable contribution.
This might be what is termed post-capitalism, which might be almost the same as capitalism except the impetus and drive isn't to advance the individual in terms of material consequence but is a retention of the system of barter being afforded efficiencies using a monetary basis for exchange alongside and serving, as it were, a collective orientation towards the greater good.
Long ago I realised that an efficient process would do itself out of it's job, which is to say that anything started and taken to fruition would get to a stage where it became self perpetuating and didn't require human labour anywhere near the extent that it did at it's beginning but the biggest problem with this within a capitalist system is that there is an inbuilt tendency for this not to happen simply because it would no longer yield profit and so the initial investment of time, labour and capital would be lost.
The automobile industry is just one of many that illustrates this well in that it is well within our abilities as an industrialized economy to create vehicles which could easily last for decades upon decades with an absolute minimum of re-investment but we don't do that. What we do do and it's is hugely wasteful is to keep creating new vehicles year after year which degrade not mechanically at all, or at least not significantly, but that they degrade mostly in style as they are almost exclusively a fashion accessory and that this has almost become the paramount requirement to ensure full employment of the vested interests which have aligned themselves within that industry.
And it's completely stupid.
A comparison would be to look at the efficiency of growing vegetables and fruit trees on an average 1/4 acre block, because we all somewhat understand this process within our own little kingdoms, but imagine if every year we had to sell off more and more of that efficiency simply because wheelbarrows were badly made and it became our prerogative to keep changing the colour each season to the extent that the changing of the colours became paramount and the simple fact they were badly made had little consequence?
But now I must cede back into my original discussion and give up this easily embraced criticism of what things are like now because that's one of our big problems too. This inclination we all share to spend far too much time hauling the present system over the coals and not actually spending time, if any, in creating solutions. And that's why we need to work towards redefining the commercial/charitable paradox because we need people to be able to earn a living but also work towards redefining the possibilities of new ways of doing things.
The present system is unfair in the sense that people without backing can't afford to be as charitable as they might wish they could be and in that regard charity is the playground of the affluent.
But again I diverge towards criticism of things as they are... so simple!
One thing I have noticed over the past few years is one that effects the market economy, and I don't mean markets of the type that Merrill Lynch etc plays in but the type we see forming in carparks on weekends with a bent towards the craft market alike Titirangi and Coatesville which occur once a month. At once quite quaint and somewhat nostalgic they also often sit, the marketeers, on economic realities not visited upon the mass of economic activity to the extent that within what we might call the first world these people are almost having to exist in a third world. Case in point is that those who effectively engineer a product from nothing, or at least a cheap and available resource, must basically get in and make their money both to recoupe their investment and provide a living without protection from others who might recognise the validity of their works and the efficiencies they have created and just basically steal all the hard word they have done creating a market share for their product.
Yet the types of efficiencies these people create is what we actually need. This kind of seedbed architecture of how things might be is left on the forest floor of economic development to make it's own way and while on a personal level this is quite a good thing, as it makes the individual canny and aware (given they even make it through), such strengths are missing and decidely under-developed in the group sense and this is what we really do need if we are to cede into a post-capitalist system.
In short instead of seeing wealth creation as the end product of efficiencies we have to see, and embrace, wealth creation at the beginning of production.
And that which is our stream of waste is the most likely candidate to enact the groundwork required to create a feasible system where people are allowed access to that stream of waste and in a way that encourages both a growing and expanding view of that use whilst also ensuring these experimenters and possibility makers have a reliable source of income which doesn't require them to protect and lock out others from utilizing and making even more efficient the use of resource they have created.
Then what needs careful consideration is that once a resource becomes valuable within our current system the likelihood is that the suppliers of said resource, which started as rubbish, becomes part of regular economic activity and subject to increasing costs which then basically renders it rubbish again because the people who are able to utilise it when it was cheap cannot afford it any longer and this kind of irony, in the capitalist system is actually the most in need of re-aligning towards a sense of what charity is and can be as the future finds us acknowledging who and what we are as social creatures beyond economic slaves and masters.
Part three; How it happens at the Waitakere Transfer Station... or maybe even where I actually live, Manukau, simply because the vested interests at Waitakere cannot give up their individually lucrative stranglehold on selling dreams to the next generation.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Rubbish working Cowboy style.
Over the past few days I've gotten to know the Waitakere Transfer Station a little bit and it's kinda fallen into my usual estimation of Council run services in that I've kinda been able to get in and grab what they haven't regarded as useful yet and then seen walls up around other things I might be able to use in some way simple because the vested interests have locked things down.
Case in point was the simple fact they do up lawnmowers on site which is a good thing but then I asked about buying parts from their stash of unfixed lawnmowers and they basically said no as they use them to get parts from so what what we actually have here is a system which isn't so much interested in the overall value of that which is deemed surplus finding it's way back into the system if at all possible so much as an entity which has locked up a resource to ensure it's own survival. The follow on from that is that I must let my own lawnmower decay and have it become a resource for them and buy a fixed up lawnmower from them as opposed to me be able to draw on reserves of good parts to be able to make the lawnmower I have last for as long as possible.
Alongside this I saw a huge resource stashed away in the form of broken weed eaters and they have yet to find a use for them outside of just being weed eaters and I have a use for them but given the way they would certainly grab that use and then lock up the resource for their own employment continuation then I am loathe to give them the idea, which in fact isn't mine at all but something I saw some young chap make use of a year or two ago and has been filed away as a very good idea.
What this essentially illustrates is the basic problems with the system of capital as a driving force because of it's natural tendency towards ownership and needing to protect available resource to ensure that that defined ownerships investment is both in defining a resource and ensuring access to that resource.
Now I'm faced with a dilemma and that dilemma is basically do I give this idea to the control entity defined as the Waitakere Waste Minimisation Scheme (or something similar as those control entities love there ability to define themselves as compartmentalisations in branched out and supposedly independent relativities of consequence... SAD! (supposedly advantageous departmentalisations) in a style they actually understand as in a licensed ability to use an idea and pay out a dividend on... oops, then we run into what might be the crux of the matter where on one hand the Council entity has to make money to ensure it's own survival but is entirely loathe, one would suspect, to allow us to make money on it's behalf as it's stands behind some unspoken rule whereby we must all volunteer how we could actually become part of the system.
And then tucked up at the very back of all this inspired waste re-purposing, and it's a bit hard to find and without signposting... which seems really silly, is that modern approach to all great misunderstood problems where we're hell bent on just making sure the children of our world get the full impact, or rather gift wrapped in colourful jocularity, of that which almost completely mystifies us as a tarted up bunch of excuses that we're actually doing something and as my friend said as we left the place ourselves that what was actually telling of it's existence was the brand new Volvo and BMW that were parked out the front.
So I would encourage everyone who might read this to visit that award winning site of rubbish repurposing... if you can figure out how to actually get in, see, that's the thing. Incidentally I can't blame Council and the actual entity which is the Waitakere Transfer Station for that but it really is something that needs to change and change as quickly as possible. It needs a backdoor and a backdoor that's open wide.
Because entering from the front is all big gates and lights for when to drive forward and weight bridges and big trucks and I had to basically lie to get in. My friend is doing a mural next door in the Dog Pound and I only even knew about the transfer station because he told me it was there and had found out from someone else that if you said at the gate, the toll booth, that you were doing work with children as part of a charity and needed to view materials... as the impetus for the work was recycling, you'd be allowed in. So I did this and I got in and once in there and taking up the time of the important chap they'd arranged for me to meet I learned that all I had to do was say I was going to the Gate 5 shop, which upon realising the existence of as a adjutant to the 'free wood' pile was then modified simply to 'free wood'. What I actually did, and I see this upon reflection, was that I created my own back door and having done this realise that that is actually what this 'thing' requires.
It requires a whole new way to acessing what's available within it which has as great an influence on it's running efficiently as the front door has. It needs an entrance that can question and determine the legitimacy of people coming in from behind and letting them feed into the system whereby alternatives uses for the vast heap of raw materials can be put to use in a targeted way that suits this eventual ideal of Zero waste.
Now I've actually done my dash for the morning and have to do some work but I'll come back to this tomorrow morning and talk about how this backdoor might actually be created.
So the pragmatic part of me understands the situation, as much as I can within the circumstances, and while hopefully the people at the above might be working in this direction already, this above photograph, and the description to follow, states it as my intellectual property and as such 'owner of' and it is within the development of how and where to actually fit in a pathway, both in terms of a driveway/walkway in real actual hard materials and the integration of a way to allow individuals and organisations to allow that pathway to fit their needs - as opposed to individuals having to fit themselves to bureaucracies needs, this being an absolutely vital part of the backdoor as a new paradigm worth embracing.
Case in point was the simple fact they do up lawnmowers on site which is a good thing but then I asked about buying parts from their stash of unfixed lawnmowers and they basically said no as they use them to get parts from so what what we actually have here is a system which isn't so much interested in the overall value of that which is deemed surplus finding it's way back into the system if at all possible so much as an entity which has locked up a resource to ensure it's own survival. The follow on from that is that I must let my own lawnmower decay and have it become a resource for them and buy a fixed up lawnmower from them as opposed to me be able to draw on reserves of good parts to be able to make the lawnmower I have last for as long as possible.
Alongside this I saw a huge resource stashed away in the form of broken weed eaters and they have yet to find a use for them outside of just being weed eaters and I have a use for them but given the way they would certainly grab that use and then lock up the resource for their own employment continuation then I am loathe to give them the idea, which in fact isn't mine at all but something I saw some young chap make use of a year or two ago and has been filed away as a very good idea.
What this essentially illustrates is the basic problems with the system of capital as a driving force because of it's natural tendency towards ownership and needing to protect available resource to ensure that that defined ownerships investment is both in defining a resource and ensuring access to that resource.
Now I'm faced with a dilemma and that dilemma is basically do I give this idea to the control entity defined as the Waitakere Waste Minimisation Scheme (or something similar as those control entities love there ability to define themselves as compartmentalisations in branched out and supposedly independent relativities of consequence... SAD! (supposedly advantageous departmentalisations) in a style they actually understand as in a licensed ability to use an idea and pay out a dividend on... oops, then we run into what might be the crux of the matter where on one hand the Council entity has to make money to ensure it's own survival but is entirely loathe, one would suspect, to allow us to make money on it's behalf as it's stands behind some unspoken rule whereby we must all volunteer how we could actually become part of the system.
And then tucked up at the very back of all this inspired waste re-purposing, and it's a bit hard to find and without signposting... which seems really silly, is that modern approach to all great misunderstood problems where we're hell bent on just making sure the children of our world get the full impact, or rather gift wrapped in colourful jocularity, of that which almost completely mystifies us as a tarted up bunch of excuses that we're actually doing something and as my friend said as we left the place ourselves that what was actually telling of it's existence was the brand new Volvo and BMW that were parked out the front.
So I would encourage everyone who might read this to visit that award winning site of rubbish repurposing... if you can figure out how to actually get in, see, that's the thing. Incidentally I can't blame Council and the actual entity which is the Waitakere Transfer Station for that but it really is something that needs to change and change as quickly as possible. It needs a backdoor and a backdoor that's open wide.
Because entering from the front is all big gates and lights for when to drive forward and weight bridges and big trucks and I had to basically lie to get in. My friend is doing a mural next door in the Dog Pound and I only even knew about the transfer station because he told me it was there and had found out from someone else that if you said at the gate, the toll booth, that you were doing work with children as part of a charity and needed to view materials... as the impetus for the work was recycling, you'd be allowed in. So I did this and I got in and once in there and taking up the time of the important chap they'd arranged for me to meet I learned that all I had to do was say I was going to the Gate 5 shop, which upon realising the existence of as a adjutant to the 'free wood' pile was then modified simply to 'free wood'. What I actually did, and I see this upon reflection, was that I created my own back door and having done this realise that that is actually what this 'thing' requires.
It requires a whole new way to acessing what's available within it which has as great an influence on it's running efficiently as the front door has. It needs an entrance that can question and determine the legitimacy of people coming in from behind and letting them feed into the system whereby alternatives uses for the vast heap of raw materials can be put to use in a targeted way that suits this eventual ideal of Zero waste.
Now I've actually done my dash for the morning and have to do some work but I'll come back to this tomorrow morning and talk about how this backdoor might actually be created.
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
price list revel cafe ex hi bits sean.
My old mate Mike, who I refer to as homeless Mike, mainly 'cause it's easy and not to belittle his 8 years and rising on the streets of our dear city, is and was very interested in Numerology and it struck me... with a kindly feather, that these artworks talk somewhat about his easy method style of that particular esoteric field of understandings and discovery.
So they basically, the artworks, run from left to right, or front to back (as in front of house to backdoor) and from the end to floor mounted as in No8 is the cabinet cum table that really needs higher chairs.
No1; Self. $865.00
No2; Couple. $901.00
No3; Creativity. $534.00
No4; Work. $1,111.00
No5; Freedom. $716.00
No6; Family. $438.00
No7; God. $1,240.00
No8; (tricky)... betweeness? $1,502.00
Oh, and offers are welcome but be reminded that if they are lower you must be poor and not just playing at it. And you are, of course, allowed to offer more but few understand that heavenly principle.
They stay there 'til the end and pickup will most probably be problematic as I can be decidedly obtuse at times in regards to your life being important.
All enquiries to artiwon@gmail.com
So they basically, the artworks, run from left to right, or front to back (as in front of house to backdoor) and from the end to floor mounted as in No8 is the cabinet cum table that really needs higher chairs.
No1; Self. $865.00
No2; Couple. $901.00
No3; Creativity. $534.00
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Oh, and offers are welcome but be reminded that if they are lower you must be poor and not just playing at it. And you are, of course, allowed to offer more but few understand that heavenly principle.
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Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Art, recycling and wall building.
I would think that the ideas of building walls from found objects must have come seeing the work of Gaudi but it made real sense because I'd spent a large part of the 80's being a landscaper especially within what might be called hard landscaping. Even when I started basically laying cobblestones I became the one who cut them and later when they need to be fixed in cement, whether concrete or mortar, I was the one chosen. I'd done lot's of drawing as a kid and young adult so anything to do with lines, straight and curved, I was good at.
Towards the end of my one year at Art school a friend and I rented a space, a basement, right next door to where sky city was eventually built and pretty much straight away we started scouring back allies and skips for broken bricks and various detritus we could use to help us create the space we wanted in that basement. I taught this friend of mine how to mix a good mortar and how the basic elements worked and was quite amazed how quickly he took off with it.
Way back then was when I first realised this way of working could be taught to anyone as it's really just like playing with sand on the beach except it stays the way you make it... for a very long time.
So over the years I've pushed it quite a ways to see how things work and especially doing this kind of wall building without steel to realise how it can potentially crack up, which it has here and there, but I've learnt why and so I now have a fair idea of how this particular way of building can be used in all kinds of ways.
One of the things that has really appealed to me as an artist is being able to recycle bits and pieces especially in the sense of re-orientating how we look at rubbish because I really do think that most of it is useful in some way and that if we can start using it in ways which make it look good then this may very well raise what may the most important issue of seeing that alot of stuff will become rubbish and in doing so design it the first place not only for it's intended use but also with the idea in mind that after that use by date it can actually still have a use.
But first things first of course and this type of wall building using a sand and cement mix is basically about being able to glue together various already quite substantive rubbish as in glass bottles and jars, broken bricks and blocks, rocks, etc, as well as various steel and metal objects like old car parts. And because of the nature of the mortar, sand and cement mix, being pliable and then setting over a few days, the technique lends itself well to group activity just like a bunch of children playing in a sandbox.
The basic way to do this type of work is to have foundations laid with concrete and steel with a vertical steel every metre or so up about 600mm, just like a block wall, allowing each person involved about a metre each. Then you stagger off the people at 500mm intervals so they have a space to themselves and can work basically unhindered by what the person alongside them is doing and then the next day move along one or two sections, just like laying blocks again, so then each person fills between what two others did or builds on top of what others did. This takes for granted that the piles of things that will be put into the wall are piled ready for use with possibly a few personal piles alongside the community pile. Therefore I'd reckon about 8 people would be just about right because you'd get either one 8 mtr wall, two 4 mtrs ones or possibly even a 2x2 set of walls for a small building.
This is a wall at the front of the house built from the leftovers picked up on building sites plus various other bits stored to be used on another face and the floor of it, a patio out front of the house.
This is a wall out back and in front of my garage which I will soon take down by catting it up and using the bit's to finish a retaining wall out front made from broken footpath concrete which was obtained when the workers came in to fix up the footpaths where I live. And in writing this it has occured to me that the footpath out the front of my own place is the only section in the whole area which is somewhat broken but has never been fixed so it makes me wonder whether I shoudn't just go out and fix it myself in a style that suits me... almost as if the workers had already know this.
And here we have my collection of yet to be used soft stone sculptures which are made with sand, cement and vermiculite whereby the mix is cast and set for a few hours then stood up and carved which is a very simple and fun thing to do.
This is a section of fairly recent work with the big footpath concrete slabs set as a base and then various broken masonry used to infill. Then because it all quite organic the tiles to be laid will be set quite linearly to have a nice juxtaposition goin' on.
Most recent wall as part of a planter which features nice squarey concrete from when they did up a church down the road and made it into a childcare centre as the base then some of my precious whole bricks with the star's old kiln bricks from a wood fired kiln where lots of salt was thrown in.
Further along the wall above it starts to get organic because it's getting closer to where my place is which kinda starts to tell how these walls can tell stories. In the background is a small part of my collected plumbing collection except for the grey things with a massive fire jets for some humongous industrial process that needs lot's of heat.
Storage which in turn are always a snail farm extraordinaire so it behoves one to have it on concrete to collect the droppings... but it's not so that'll be problematic in the future.
More storage with a side, as on the left bottom, of how the detritus is broken up and used a path foundation which the kitty cats are adept at crossing without enduring sore paws.
Various stuff collected to start the vehicle workshops. The corrugated fence part is coming out and a proper block wall will go up to be regulatory in the sense that such wouldn't be questioned... and loads of old broken pots for pathways down on the right.
A planter within a planter, under-way, to raise the useful succulents to non-bending heights. The little aloe alcove.
A selection of kitchen stone leftovers... mainly where they cut out for sinks is surplus.
First it's picked up in the car then stored in the driveway then as bits, construction get to the point of skeletons then driveway stuff is brought to be stored pretty much where it'll be used so my whole place is kind of an ongoing construction site... which I traverse barefoot to keep them tough! Just like the kitties!
If there was a secret to stacking it tends to be untidy as one needs to kind of know what's available in an on-going conversation between irrational and rational.
And this finally, is one of the first walls I started on the property and it's way down the back and I kinda went from bottles to jars as jars are deeper and more square but the steel lids are problematic as they rust out so I reckon a heavier aluminium like throw out oven dishes would suffice to make my own lids.
Towards the end of my one year at Art school a friend and I rented a space, a basement, right next door to where sky city was eventually built and pretty much straight away we started scouring back allies and skips for broken bricks and various detritus we could use to help us create the space we wanted in that basement. I taught this friend of mine how to mix a good mortar and how the basic elements worked and was quite amazed how quickly he took off with it.
Way back then was when I first realised this way of working could be taught to anyone as it's really just like playing with sand on the beach except it stays the way you make it... for a very long time.
So over the years I've pushed it quite a ways to see how things work and especially doing this kind of wall building without steel to realise how it can potentially crack up, which it has here and there, but I've learnt why and so I now have a fair idea of how this particular way of building can be used in all kinds of ways.
One of the things that has really appealed to me as an artist is being able to recycle bits and pieces especially in the sense of re-orientating how we look at rubbish because I really do think that most of it is useful in some way and that if we can start using it in ways which make it look good then this may very well raise what may the most important issue of seeing that alot of stuff will become rubbish and in doing so design it the first place not only for it's intended use but also with the idea in mind that after that use by date it can actually still have a use.
But first things first of course and this type of wall building using a sand and cement mix is basically about being able to glue together various already quite substantive rubbish as in glass bottles and jars, broken bricks and blocks, rocks, etc, as well as various steel and metal objects like old car parts. And because of the nature of the mortar, sand and cement mix, being pliable and then setting over a few days, the technique lends itself well to group activity just like a bunch of children playing in a sandbox.
The basic way to do this type of work is to have foundations laid with concrete and steel with a vertical steel every metre or so up about 600mm, just like a block wall, allowing each person involved about a metre each. Then you stagger off the people at 500mm intervals so they have a space to themselves and can work basically unhindered by what the person alongside them is doing and then the next day move along one or two sections, just like laying blocks again, so then each person fills between what two others did or builds on top of what others did. This takes for granted that the piles of things that will be put into the wall are piled ready for use with possibly a few personal piles alongside the community pile. Therefore I'd reckon about 8 people would be just about right because you'd get either one 8 mtr wall, two 4 mtrs ones or possibly even a 2x2 set of walls for a small building.
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