In Fiction We Trust?
Wow. It seems like I may have become fictional in these parts. Far too long since I posted, despite best intentions. So it goes.
1st things 1st. Today is Russell Hoban's 86th birthday, to celebrate, have a quote from the first novel of his that I ever read:
‘A sense of loss pervades the paintings of Peter Diggs,’ wrote the critic Cecil Berkeley about my last show at the Fanshawe Gallery. ‘His palette is muted his compositions unsettling. The figures in his pictures seem about to depart, and there are odd empty spaces that make the viewer wonder who or what is coming.’
But that’s life, isn’t it? And those of us who think about the empty spaces tend to paint pictures, write books or compose music. There are many talented people who never will become painters, writers, or composers; the talent is in them but not the empty spaces where art happens,
Amaryllis Night and Day
The empty spaces is one of those things I find myself thinking about at odd moments within moments. As one does.
My first piece of fiction for 2011 has now gone online, a nasty little piece for all you TV astrology fans... enjoy. Thanks as ever to Weaponizer
Also, a podcast went online during December, a series of flash fiction pieces based on the 12 Days of Christmas. My short submission Five Gold Rings was one of the selected pieces. You can hear it at Dark Fiction.
I have a number of other stories online from 2010, a number of which it appears I never linked here, so here is a summary of whats out there:
Prospective Parliamentary Candidate No. 1
Cut Now, Cut Deep
Telling of Tales: Podcast
The Gods Are Small Birds
Blood & Souls
2. No Survivor
When Gretchen Met Sally
Also worth noting I've set up a tumblr to document/collect and Push Art!