Identity

At the end of last year, I designed a card.
I never got round to getting it printed for various reasons.
The fact that I'm going to Cardiff to Alice's large wedding tomorrow prompted me to remember it.
I think I have improved it a bit, although it will be a two sided affair and exist in a polythene sheet as it wont be waterproof.

Good luck for the future Alice and Chris

A boy and his bull

The latest addition to the Wooden Om blog.

Originally drawn in April 81 in the form of three studies then made into an etching in Folkestone a couple of years later.

A boy accompanied me on a couple of visits to a favourite Siva temple of mine and wrote his name on that particular drawing for me.

We met again high up in the mountains where he had help herd his families sheep up to summer pastures.

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That's the spirit

Whoooa smash it up smash it up.

(but I dont think he will win though)

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The Wooden Om

THE WOODEN OM

It's one of those years where I haven't seemed to be able to get anything much to happen so I found solace in going back and seem to have come out with something after all. All the baby boomer bands seem to be re-mixing their old stuff, so why not me!?
This new blog site started off as another page on my "Loons Encyclopaedia. Something to be covered as a large project but has in fact turned into something in its own rite. I am adjusting certain parts of the original script, but by and large am trying to portray how I felt as it happened - even if I got it wrong at the time. Every time I add more stuff to the Wooden Om page itself I plan to also put it out as a post and link that to other sites.

When I originally wrote it during my initial "time out" in India, I wanted to make a mad account diary that was readable as oppose to garbled. i hit on the idea of sending my anecdotes as e-mails to my friends, thereby ensuring that I was trying to convey something to other people instead of writing notes just to myself. I wanted to put raw, immediate reactions to my daily existence. Maybe I thought I was doing something unique and important. Whatever that initial trip to India with Anne was very possibly the most influential thing I've done in my life.