‘I’m not human anymore’ (2024/25, mixed media on paper, 140x100cm) I am genuinely incredibly happy with this work. Yet, it feels tiny, no matter how big I made it and how shoulder injuries I get making it, the work feels smaller and smaller. My vision no longer has eyes, not in quite the same wayContinue reading “‘I’m not human anymore’”
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First protest vote as tragedy, the second as farce.
‘Sleepy John’ has had his eyes off the ball. I’m not as sharp as I was in the 2010s (although, who is?) Wounded and winded by the personal and political over the last 5 years, improvements to my general quality of life as I entered middle age became the only real priority. The mental gymnasticsContinue reading “First protest vote as tragedy, the second as farce.”
Near desert…
Langsett remains weird. An intrusion of the outside. Dream-like, in that all our dreams are breached by that which shouldn’t be there. Nor should I… be here, ‘down there’. I’m lost. That horizon line that greats you as you ascend the first set of hills, with its weirdly rhythmical monotony, calls you forward… Yet itContinue reading “Near desert…”
Living with self-hatred: 2024
The fact that I feel pressed to make disclaimers about what I do or don’t say on my own blog already reveals the presence of a dominant inner critic. It thinks it is protecting me from damaging any reputation I may give off for having artistic ‘professionalism’. And indeed I feel I must impress theContinue reading “Living with self-hatred: 2024”
Neither here nor there – somewhere only fleeting.
I stand at the railway station anxiously tensing my stomach to look as flat as possible, arms tight and reluctant to leave their position next to my rib cage. It’s all so familiar, countless adulthood hours stranded in discontent at nearby transport terminals, waiting to be delivered from this daily dis-ease. A kind of inertia,Continue reading “Neither here nor there – somewhere only fleeting.”
John B Ledger 