Category Archives: CAPOTW

Under the gaze of verdigrised victoriana, a cellphone starlings pointlessly. The full forgotten eye sockets of yesterdays aldermen and philanthropists, vandalised into blindness, witness the cycle continue. A weapon, blatantly concealed, its potential coruscating, will take everything. Later.

Heavy with loss, the scattered elements find no comfortable home – pulled from pillar to post, unformed, uncomfortable. All the old rules are gone. The old assurances, the old understandings, the rocks that we built our whole lives upon. Gone. … Continue reading →

A dystopian future awaits, the ever promised hi-tech never delivering quite what it promised. It sells us short, cheats on us, takes our money and only half delivers, laughs (or beeps) in our face. We hurtle towards The Singularity, the … Continue reading →

I’m sure you are all wondering how a Collaborative Art Project Of The Week is created. Well, here is how it grew from Monday to Friday. Monday   Tuesday Wednesday   Thursday   Friday. Finally!!

They stand in the mud, as always. Boys from Burnley to Brighton, soon to brighten the soil of Flanders. There’s no place like home, familiar street names fail to rebrand mud trenches. Parapet, bulwark, earthwork, bastion. The unstoppable foe temporarily … Continue reading →

Unprecedented vibrancy. Too mechanical, but with a shape of things to come. We don’t agree with your beliefs, we don’t even like you, but we tolerate you. We let you in, but we hate you, you sicken us – you … Continue reading →

His feeling of loss was obvious, and, almost palpable. He felt left out, locked out and let down. A weekly occasion – a something-and-nothing, a mere bagatelle – was now outside his grasp, and although he had failed to fully … Continue reading →

In the middle of a field, a tree stood, scorched and bent, surrounded by ripe wheat. “It isn’t working out” she said. He turned, didn’t want to say anything. What she said was true, and anything he did say would … Continue reading →