Extreme Aperture Turbulence

I get asked to paint landscapes more than I care too. So some people must like them.

If any nice Gallery wants a proposal for a show. Read the following.

This is my attempt at painting the Horizon. Using text from night vision binoculars and anal bleaching as the basis of the proposal.

I imagine painfully squinting at the landscape through image enhancing optics. Is what I am trying to achieve.

 

Extreme Aperture Turbulence

In order to design a reliable inter-outer optical link with memory apparatus. Visual perceptions of the bleached area need an intense focus. All geographical and geometrically objects seen will therefore appear as spots, nets, flies or cobwebs, which move position or 'float'. This in conjunction with flashing lights “floaters” are almost devoid of events when viewed at the extreme focal length. When also used in conjunction with readily available peels. These are very effective at reducing vision however they are met with at least a week of irritation and optic redness, followed by a pink regrowth on the horizon.

For those under close supervision, it is safe and effective. But the difference is by viewing through this reduced viewer any element becomes only the outer zone. We all have the normal detection elements. But the measuring range can there be reduced while maintaining the sensitivity for small trigonometric deviations. 

These trigonometric tests are therefore a necessity. In conjunction with this test we are able to capture the light flux of a wide wave range while the acid lightens in a safe localised way. More irritation results if the retina is used over a long period of time and prolonged viewing is to be avoided. 

The wave length recorded amounts to those classified as “invisible” or “painful" to the user. It has been formulated for tropical use and in preparations it is safer than any Hyper-pigmentation. 

Experiments can also be focused on measurement of all visual impacts(optic turbulence) against successful verification of the tested body. The image sharpness and brightness has a painful distorting effects. Exempt at the extreme horizon, where image transfer is distorted over the entire focus field. Even if the unit is used in the active or submerged mode. But the index-of-refraction from optic turbulence require local anaesthesia and the recovery is up to 2 years.

Robust viewing in the presence of strong background light. Has resulted in the implementation of a test phase. All prototypes can therefore be developed and tested easily, optical conclusion can be achieved within 6 months. The final design can be seen in the picture above which was able to meet all trial two objectives as a shadow of the silhouette. 

But this should only be performed by a licensed provider.

Triffle Artestry

Some People have fantastic skills

The Abandoned Cupboard

In a third floor room, in a house built in 1867. Is a glass fronted black cupboard, filled with the abandoned, dusty attempts of a 12 year old boy to build his world. For 30 years has not really been touched.

Creative Collaborations

Ghost Nets: Creative Collaborations is an exhibition of artworks produced as part of the innovative Ghost Nets Australia program. This initiative, now in its ninth year, is a coordinated effort by the Indigenous communities of coastal northern Australia to retrieve ghost nets and other debris from the sea.

This was truly the best thing I have seen all year, Its at the Cairns Regional Gallery. Sculpture made from discarded fishing nets, Shitty Photos as it was my phone and I suffer phone phobia when using it.The two metre gecko was awesome.

Pornlamist

My measure to counter those young men, who have been convinced to blow themselves up,in a strange, synapses blocking attempt at gaining non-body paradise.

Is a new US Strategic policy at keep them in their bodies.

It’s based on ideas from the past, it’s really quite simple, it’s a sort of secret weapon, but it’s not.

With both Al Qaeda and the Taliban having strange medieval ideas we need to distribute social information, promoting social change in the tactile form of a glossy magazine. These ideas, like those instigated during the late 1960s, throughout the ‘Western World’. Should always include the promotion of what is good and great about America. Freedom of speech. We can then win those ‘Hearts and Minds’.

During ‘Operation Linbacker II’ 18-29 Dec 1972, The USAAF flew 741 missions and dropped 15,237 tons (13822.80 tonnes) of destructive ordnance with their B-52 Bombers, on North Vietnam. This nearly brought North Vietnam to its knees, which obviously did nobody any good in the long run.

 

Bringing anybody to their knees just makes them angry, Getting them into a positions of their choice, is another matter altogether.

Using the ideas readily available from Sargent ‘Oddball’ in the 1970 film 'Kelly's Heroes', My idea is in the best proto-Hippie tradition of how to fight a battle and not get killed.

‘We’ve got our own ammunition, it’s filled with paint. When we fire it, it makes pretty picture, scares the hell out of people’. 

 

We all know those with narrow views of the world, believe testosterone should be harnessed in some explosive way to wipe out the first amendment. I propose using testosterone for the purpose of explosive subversion with pretty pictures.

A USAAF B-52 now has payload of 70,000 pounds(31,5000kg),instead of packing them with bombs, packing them with Playboy Magazine or Hustler Magazine (for the more Orthodox) is the weapon we need to power us to peace.

The average Playboy magazine weighs 2 pound (0.9 kg) it can be rounded up to 1kg for a special Al Qaeda edition.

That means,each B-52 Playboy deployment would release 31,500 Playboy playmates per sortie, with the same sortie ratio as in ‘Operation Linebacker II’ that means nearly 23.3 Million Playboys deployed over any 11 day period, Combating any local small minded ideas.

I guarantee that the men of the region will have something better to do with their hands than make bombs. When they chance upon randomly distribute glossy magazines plus nobody gets killed. We might even begin to see America, as Paradise again. As there are some very interesting articles in Playboy.   

   

My Dads Garage

I have a thing for work spaces, be it a garage or a studio, Must be something to do with growing up around garages with Dad as a mechanic . Having a man space now myself,means I always compare the tool storage/creative activity area I have now. With one that I grew up with. My Dads garage has been used for many things since we moved house in 1978 ,Dismantled Cars, Racing Car Storage and my attempt at building a replica Apollo Rocket (that worked) But now the aesthetic of the space has me just standing in it every time I visit the UK. Admiring the high alter of storage, where stuff is stored and latent tools await the future . Until as always my Mum asks me what I am doing in the garage.

Waiting for my future

My British Childhood is vaguely religious, with strange days spent in the Village Hall, Schools days spent in assemblies wearing Daps. Or haunted rainy days spent indoors watching the dreamy world of TV. Full of, weird French animation with obscure jazz soundtracks,The Clangers,experiments in garden sheds and Spike Milligan’s Q There was even some more bonkers stuff. 

At worst it was slightly creepy and malevolent with certain menace lurking behind next doors curtains. At best it’s very English,with a cultural strain leading from David Bowie to Radiohead, Dr Who to Banksy.

Its a Strange late 1960’s hangover, post hippy, with slightly folked up sensibility and a Punk can do attitude.It seeped into my subconscious, Leading to an amateurish adulthood of Bad Science,Dark Humor and World War Two sensibilities.

Although if the main strain of Television I watched while growing up was correct (as it should be) the vision of that brave new world by now should be here, I would be living in a sexy spandex suit provided by the welfare state on Vulcan,eating food pills and having sex in zero-G with all manner of pleasure droids in a distinctly English way.

When NASA’s Apollo space missions took off for the Moon in 1969, the world was already gripped by science fiction, Not Science tomorrow but Science in 40 years,(where I am now) this white hot vision of the future,fueled Film, TV and books of all types to promote an imaginative vision of the future, whether utopian or dystopian.

By my teenage years,I lamented that I missed out on the swinging sixties,its visions of urban utopias,its teenage revolutionaries, its sex,drugs, and rock and roll.

But hell I grew up in the seventies and men with pointy sticks, flair trousers and side burns were telling me about how good the late nineties were going to be and not only in science programmes.I was going to be laid in the future and it was only a short teleport away. 

My formative decades watching the box promised so much more than today’s 24/7 TV with their 64 rubbish channels, You actually have to be a certain age to remember waiting patiently for the next programme. Waiting for your future entertainment. In between programmes the TV displayed a disappearing clock to keep you occupied or a test card, which could hypnotically transfix me,on  our then new 24inch colour television.

By 1978 I was lapping up a diet of The Tomorrow People, The Prisoner, Blake 7,Thunderbirds,UFO,Dr Who,Space 1999 and Tomorrows World.

My dedication to that tube had a world that included Glowing Alien births, Strange Parallel Universes, Funky Guitar Solos, Groovy Jazz, Perspex Oracles, Exploding Extra Terrestrials, Rigid Hairstyles, Spray on Catsuits (for Man and Women), Holidays in Space, Cars lower than my knee, Rigid Plastic Bras,Strange God like people and Stranger Daemens,Intergalactic power storms and nude kick ass geeky girls all on one electric box in the corner flashing a psychedelic red alert.

This personal and sexual liberation of my technological utopian future, always seemed to be just around the corner when I was 12 , so I mourn it from my porn fatigued present,my adolescent imagination of a post millennium. before all of our pornatopia imagery existed.

My unusual whiff of childhood is now no more than a myth.Knowing that I could never have lived through it, makes it a more of a myth.even with the all cliché Tee-Shirts I see about Jet-packs.