Welcome to my blog. It varies how regular I write posts here. I sustained a 'Traumatic Acquired Brain Injury', and a six month coma from a 'road traffic accident' whilst cycling, in October 2006. I spent the following 4 years (22-26yrs old), in a combination of hospitals and rehabilitation homes. Now, I have been living independently in Surbiton, England since October 2010. This blog begun life in December 2010, as i realised that there are many people worldwide that i want to share experiences with. I know that, as a wheelchair user, I am obviously not as mobile as i wish, so, use the internet to connect to you. I enjoy letting my thoughts represent through type. I type honestly. As numerous readers, as well as email recipients, will understand, I find typing to be very therapeutic. Thank you :)
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Friday, 18 October 2013

madness...


I warn everyone about the comprehension of this post. My first note warns me of ‘my first sign of madness’.
Meow

If a cat crosses my path, I used to ponder whether it was black and its direction of travel (very superstitious).
Now I find myself scared by the fact that I regularly want to stop and talk with the feline. Don’t worry, I don’t buy it a coffee, and invite it back!
Cats are supreme creatures, showing almighty independence, and ‘the feline law’ should be obeyed.







My second note of the week is perhaps resultant of issues regarding my own ‘art commerce’. I am still undecided, but it could be easily argued that…

Commercialising art destroys it
Art is an expression
How attractive is the greedy money-maker?

Can true ‘art’, ever be commercial? An art is an expression of one’s feelings, therefore it is forever different and viewed differently by everyone. Hmmmm

I stumbled across a Masters degree student in Illustration, when travelling along the riverside. The skies were dark, mystical, and the clouds were looking like ‘they were about to open’. Scary, but to my astonishment, the student was painting a watercolour. ‘Risky’, I warned but she continued. I asked if I could take a photo of her, as I realized how rare it was to find someone painting. I then found myself facing a big problem. I praised the fact that she was painting, not just taking a photo as so many do (including myself)!


   
The following day, I was past the river, as a wedding was being held in the evening, on the central island ‘Raven’s Ait’. I passed, the weather was much better than the previous night, and I took a picture of a couple of wedding guests on the opposite bank. I don’t travel around with a set of watercolours, so…




My last note, is to again show you/guide you to my new blog ‘Kingston Action on Transport’. I have been fairly central with my work at KCIL, in setting up this forum group, and so have created a blog for forum members and others to raise issues concerning disability issues with public transport in Kingston.





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