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Tuesday, 20 July 2010

A Bucket of Puke

Like a Roman at a banquet, I binge: art, ideas, chit-chat, libraries, lit mags, graffiti, windows. Delicious things keep finding their way to my plate and I can't help biting. I've over indulged, again, it's too late for an aperitif, I must stick my fingers down my throat and then go and lie down somewhere dark and quiet.

Watch out for the diced carrot:





























Currently trying to learn spread-sheet (an odd language), and I have an interview on Wednesday, must prepare, oh god...

25 comments:

Kass said...

I love what you've spewed forth here today. I have been thinking of how to integrate all my thoughts of late into a cohesive post, but maybe I don't need to. You've inspired me.

I love spread-sheets. They satisfy something very anal in me. I think you will like them too (not that I think you're anal...).

Lulu LaBonne said...

Love the 'No Entry - 'cept me'
and the map/puzzle remark

Got my digits crossed for the interview xx

The Pollinatrix said...

Best blog title ever.

angryparsnip said...

Adore the first photo with the reflection of you with camera and cigarette looking very French. I am crazy about reflection photos.
Oh and the " Watch out for diced carrot " sentence is a classic and if it is not ..... it should be !

cheers, parsnip

Pat said...

Funny how quickly one forgets - spread sheets that is.
I wish you hadn't mentioned diced carrot.

Alesa Warcan said...

That can't be right... This looks as if it was almost as much fun on the way up as it was on the way down. : j
Good luck with the spread sheets!

Kim Ayres said...

You're a living mind-map, Eryl :)

And "A Bucket of Puke" sounds like a superb blog title rather than just a post title. Or a book title, or an album, or a late night channel 4 arts programme...

The Unbearable Banishment said...

I wasn't going to read this post because of the title. The last thing I need at 7:30 in the morning is your vomit. But it was all a ruse. The pics are lovely. Clever, you.

Eryl Shields said...

Kass ~ seems to me we no longer live in cohesive times, everything seems to be fragmenting. How wonderful to think I may have inspired anyone!

I have every hope that the spreadsheet and I will have a long and happy relationship once I understand it!

Lulu ~ Thank you, I'll let you know how it goes.

I love that sign too, especially its reflective rivets.

Polli ~ 'bucket' is one of my favourite words, and as for 'puke'... there's something about plosives.

Parsnip ~ it's the 'mime artist's top' that adds the Frenchness, whenever I want to look urban it's the thing I reach for.

Me too, re: reflection photographs, can't stop taking them at the moment.

Pat ~ sorry!

I suppose there are many more important things to remember than spreadsheets.

Alesa ~ my head was splitting as it came up but the sense of relief afterwards was huge.

Kim ~ that is one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me!

I would watch an arts programme called A Bucket of Puke.

UB ~ I wondered if it would put people off. Glad you got past it.
When my son was about twelve he overindulged on vanilla milkshake in a French café and, sure enough, he was sick on the way home. Bringing his head back up from the gutter he said: 'that was the nicest vomit ever!'

nick said...

The photos seem to tell a story. If you could connect them all up into a coherent character and plot, there's a novel waiting to be written. The most interesting bit would probably be the lonely, remorseful bus ride from Dumfries to Edinburgh as the heroine's fate hangs in the balance.

Elisabeth said...

It may be a lot to take in Eryl, but if digested slowly, I myself find it wonderfully manageable. Thanks. What's too much for one might be perfect for another.

Golden West said...

Hi Eryl,

It can be a good thing to have a lot of one's plate. It is said that if you want something done, ask a busy person. Spreadsheets and figures can be reassuring, as there is always a "right answer"!

The Weaver of Grass said...

I think you would call those photos an eclectic mix, Eryl.

Eryl Shields said...

Nick ~ the bus ride from Dumfries to Edinburgh takes so long a whole novel could easily be spun from it!

Elisabeth ~ you're welcome. I find now I've shared I'm beginning to digest more comfortably. I can always eat much more when I'm sitting at a well populated table.

Golden ~ I enjoy being very busy as long as I'm properly organised and know what I'm doing. Am beginning to get things in order now and hoping those right answers don't evade me!

Weaver ~ they are rather like putting all the courses of, say, a world cup themed meal on the table at once, aren't they?

Titus said...

Fabulous set of images, dissonance warring with cohesion; the unifying forces of place and incongruity win, I think. Loved the Col des Aravis one. There's a story here.

Eryl Shields said...

The unifying forces of place and incongruity... YES!

Col des Aravis is part of the artist's degree show in the window of what looks like an abandoned building opposite the national library. I stumbled on it whilst trying to find a dry place to have a fag. I was arrested by it because that drawer front must be the long lost twin of my kitchen floor. More of his work will be shown during the Edinburgh Art Festival and I have every intention of going up to see it, if you fancy joining me...

A Cuban In London said...

I love your act of regurgitation. As for spread-sheet, my life got easier when I learnt how to use them. And I'm still not quite there, but will get there eventually.

Greetings from London.

Meri said...

Raw carrots can be dangerous to your health. Spread sheets? A necessary evil in business, I suppose, but a damper on a Kitchen Bitch's creativity and mood, I would guess. And good luck with the interview.

Eryl Shields said...

Cuban ~ I've had to use spreadsheets before and we didn't get on at all, I seemed to have only to look at one to make it go bonkers. This time I plan to be very cool and calm, maybe do a bit of yoga before opening one.

Meri ~ I knew of a man who became so addicted to raw carrot juice that it made him ill, so I know what you mean. I love raw carrot sticks to scoop hummus with though.

The spreadsheet thing definitely requires me to put a different head on, the creative one has to be locked firmly away.

The interview was great!

Leni Qinan said...

What a fantastic display of creativity, Eryl. I love your pics, so full of colour, messages and reflections. It's great to go outside with the camera.
I hope the interview went well -it's already Thursday- :)

Carole said...

Obviously you should puke more often on the page. Very cool. I liked the first pic best also.

Eryl Shields said...

Leni ~ my little camera goes everywhere with me. I love it and it doesn't only take pictures, for some reason it gets me the best possible service in restaurants and cafés when placed on the table alongside my notebook!

Interview news coming up.

Carole ~ you should see my diary, it's full of this stuff, and my room is full of three dimensional finds.

The World According To Me said...

Very arty. And no sign of any diced carrot!

How did the interview go?

Leni Qinan said...

You remind me of Phil, the main character of an old road movie by Wim Wenders (Alice in den Städten, 1974) -perhaps translated as Alice in the cities?- where his Polaroid plays an important role helping him grab some reality bites when inspiration was gone.

But that's not your case; looks like the muses are very happy near you, ;)

Eryl Shields said...

Worldy ~ thanks. The interview, which wasn't really and interview, went really well, see new post!

Leni ~ now I will have to search out that movie. I do think I filter the world through my camera and then use the photos to engender creative work. It's a kind of manufactured inspiration: my camera as an iron lung!