Sam Christmas, a brilliant photographer is working on a project documenting custom bike builders and riders which will be featured in a show this coming summer. I'll inform of the date as soon as it's announced.
23.2.12
The Wonder
At last, a wonderful photograph which shows the workshop and Pigskin in all their glory.
Sam Christmas, a brilliant photographer is working on a project documenting custom bike builders and riders which will be featured in a show this coming summer. I'll inform of the date as soon as it's announced.
Sam Christmas, a brilliant photographer is working on a project documenting custom bike builders and riders which will be featured in a show this coming summer. I'll inform of the date as soon as it's announced.
Articulated
The Rag and Bone Man is turning his attention to haulage now. This set of wheels was built entirely from the scrap in his back yard. Now a neckerchief and a bell will be de rigueur.
12.2.12
Brass headlamps and brass monkeys
- 13ºC - Friday night was certainly the coldest I've known since I've lived in the village. The first photo is of the skylight of my bedroom from the inside on the Saturday morning. The wood pile has nearly vanished. - “I am just going out. I might be some time.”
Work on the bike this week was draining. The Alchemist and myself where defeated after two hours. Feet became leaden and fingers as brittle as matchsticks.
Only a days work left before the bike is offered up for an MOT.
The DVLA have come up trumps and given me a new registration and dated the bike to 1976. Just three years off of those black and silver number plates, but who cares? I'll be on the road in March.
Work on the bike this week was draining. The Alchemist and myself where defeated after two hours. Feet became leaden and fingers as brittle as matchsticks.
Only a days work left before the bike is offered up for an MOT.
The DVLA have come up trumps and given me a new registration and dated the bike to 1976. Just three years off of those black and silver number plates, but who cares? I'll be on the road in March.
5.2.12
From the Castle to the River
Snow bound Snowed in
Captivated or enamored
Your '- Sienna to Lime
Sunday 8.30am
29.1.12
Keeping the river to my left
Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
Of beauty --- the unhidden heart ---
The playful maziness of art
In old Alberto's daughter ;
But when within thy wave she looks ---
Which glistens then, and trembles ---
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
Her worshiper resembles ;
For in his heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply lies ---
His heart which trembles at the beam
Of her soul-searching eyes.
Edgar Allan Poe
Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
Of beauty --- the unhidden heart ---
The playful maziness of art
In old Alberto's daughter ;
But when within thy wave she looks ---
Which glistens then, and trembles ---
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
Her worshiper resembles ;
For in his heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply lies ---
His heart which trembles at the beam
Of her soul-searching eyes.
Edgar Allan Poe
21.1.12
15.1.12
You talking to me?
After a brief snippet of a radio programme I overheard, I have to agree with Stephen Hawking. (As if I'm capable of backchat!)
The argument goes something like this.
Considering the numbers involved, many scientists, cosmologists think there is a strong possibility that intelligent aliens exist.
To get to the stage where they can travel to other worlds, they must have control of any aggressive instincts inherent in their particular psyche towards their own kind. Otherwise they, like us, could destroy themselves before they could developed the technology to travel to other worlds.
However, have they, during their evolution, developed empathy, compassion or sympathy?
Active SETI beams out our whereabouts to the known Universe
Stephen Hawking imagines it could be a scenario similar to Christopher Columbus landing in America.
I imagine it as this:
We're in a universe sized Romford pub, on a Friday night, full of drunken nutters. We're sitting on a table near the toilets, indiscriminately throwing peanuts at the largest, loudest piss-head and asking him why he's not talking to us.
?
The argument goes something like this.
Considering the numbers involved, many scientists, cosmologists think there is a strong possibility that intelligent aliens exist.
To get to the stage where they can travel to other worlds, they must have control of any aggressive instincts inherent in their particular psyche towards their own kind. Otherwise they, like us, could destroy themselves before they could developed the technology to travel to other worlds.
However, have they, during their evolution, developed empathy, compassion or sympathy?
Active SETI beams out our whereabouts to the known Universe
Stephen Hawking imagines it could be a scenario similar to Christopher Columbus landing in America.
I imagine it as this:
We're in a universe sized Romford pub, on a Friday night, full of drunken nutters. We're sitting on a table near the toilets, indiscriminately throwing peanuts at the largest, loudest piss-head and asking him why he's not talking to us.
?
Patience and Humility
Made a pilgrimage to the British Museum to visit the Tomb of the Unknown Craftsman. Accompanied by a friend. My first beatific experience of the year even though I was tongue tied most of the afternoon.
It was an exhibition that due to the exhilarating and inspiring content, is best viewed with a like minded friend. However, visit the show, even if you have to go alone.
The most photographed motorbike of the moment greets you at the entrance and from then on, it is a honeycomb of humour, warmth, skill, pithy comment and incisive observation.
Above all, there is an honesty which nullifies the dichotomy of famous artist in the same glass case as unknown craftsman.
Unfortunately the catalogue is abysmal!
Photography was not allowed inside the gallery. I'll take a trip back with a spy camera, the commentary text alone should be saved for recall.
Patience and humility, what better nouns in the English language?
So, here are my snaps of the extraordinary Kenilworth.
It was an exhibition that due to the exhilarating and inspiring content, is best viewed with a like minded friend. However, visit the show, even if you have to go alone.
The most photographed motorbike of the moment greets you at the entrance and from then on, it is a honeycomb of humour, warmth, skill, pithy comment and incisive observation.
Above all, there is an honesty which nullifies the dichotomy of famous artist in the same glass case as unknown craftsman.
Unfortunately the catalogue is abysmal!
Photography was not allowed inside the gallery. I'll take a trip back with a spy camera, the commentary text alone should be saved for recall.
Patience and humility, what better nouns in the English language?
So, here are my snaps of the extraordinary Kenilworth.
12.1.12
Cesi n'est pas une pipe - Il est wabi sabi
The first pictures on the web of this beautiful object. Pam's pipe starts going into production. African darkwood and silver trim. Can be used for tobacco or anything else you would want to put in your pipe and smoke. An elegant prop for greeting friends, giving strangers complicated directions or straight forward posing. I'm ordering mine right now!
2.1.12
1.1.12
Last years news
How could I have forgotten!
The Rag and Bone Man has been nominated for the 2012 Homes & Gardens Designer Award - Eco Designer - click here to jump to his site and the majestic new creations coming out of the workshop.
The Rag and Bone Man has been nominated for the 2012 Homes & Gardens Designer Award - Eco Designer - click here to jump to his site and the majestic new creations coming out of the workshop.
31.12.11
Another year towards...
This is the last post of the year. I cannot think of a better ending than some poems and some pictures by David Robilliard. I've been reading and re-reading his work all this year. Funny, poignant, they often punch to the heart and the gut. There is somebody I know who I wish would read them.....
THE GENUINE APPROACH
Meaning
everyone's looking for meaning
look a little to yourself
and a lot to others
-----------------------
MOTHER EARTH SHIMMIES
Dreaming screaming scheming steaming
everyone on earth has a spirit that dances within them
darting from fantasy to fantasy
an occasional relationship
with the reality that is their lives
meanwhile Mother Earth shimmies
for all she's worth
-----------------------
PRINCESS TINYMEAT AND THE WHITE STOOLS
Your understanding grows
as you take off your clothes
-----------------------
THE GENUINE APPROACH
Meaning
everyone's looking for meaning
look a little to yourself
and a lot to others
-----------------------
MOTHER EARTH SHIMMIES
Dreaming screaming scheming steaming
everyone on earth has a spirit that dances within them
darting from fantasy to fantasy
an occasional relationship
with the reality that is their lives
meanwhile Mother Earth shimmies
for all she's worth
-----------------------
PRINCESS TINYMEAT AND THE WHITE STOOLS
Your understanding grows
as you take off your clothes
-----------------------
Enough for this year, au revoir.
30.12.11
bonneville 2010 pt2
Lazy Christmas. This movie clip has planted a ridiculously stupid idea in my head which is starting to itch. There's no prize for guessing I'm trying to run before I can crawl.
26.12.11
Party poppers
All done and dusted for another year. Now to finish off the leftovers. My particular turkey should be simple enough to bone. How hard can a combination of floats, main jets, primary main jets, vacuum piston sets, slow jets and main nozzle x 2 be? My answer is 576 permutations. My maths is as competent as my ability to cook Christmas dinner without poisoning a hapless soul. Chin chin.
24.12.11
To Yule
To all who read this blog or stumble across and leave with haste or fear.
I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
Post DVLA blues
A late night took its toll on the Alchemist and myself. Still, the push for aesthetics has paid off methinks. I've always thought other people should suffer for my art.
The centre stand has disappeared, a tail light emerges. Pipes and silencer fitted and a seat takes form. Oh! what's that under the seat? The original nitro-jetpack-battery housing created and installed by the Alchemist (patent pending).
To do list:
- Wire up the tail light
- Reshape the seat and cover in dark tan leather
- Chrome front fender (small hugger)
- Mmmmm..... figure out why it's still only running on one cylinder!!! (fuel starvation?)
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