Fringe Weekly Blogs

Colour is nutrition

Colour is nutrition. It’s not yellow it’s carotenoid. It’s not green it’s chlorophyll. It’s not purple it’s anthocyanin. It’s not red it’s lycopene. It’s not brown it’s melanin. It won’t be the fir...

My fear becomes more apparent in a pharmacy

My fear becomes more apparent in a pharmacy. I wade down the aisles entranced.  And even though it’s a fact that the aisles in big franchise pharmacies are not as long as those in supermarkets, the...

So Van Gogh didn’t cut off his ear.

So Van Gogh didn’t cut off his ear. Not the whole ear at any rate. He cut off a piece of it, in a fit of rage over the loss of Gauguin’s friendship. When I think about it — I want to cry. The big s...

Colour is power.

Colour is power. Colour is language, and colour has baggage. And it’s a major part of the baggage we carry as artists. I wonder who first discovered that certain animals are colour blind? I had to ...

If I had a punk band I’d call it Deep Vein Thrombosis.

If I had a punk band I’d call it Deep Vein Thrombosis. It’s got echoes of Deep Purple but, also, it reflects on the feelings of inadequacy we all develop around the breakdown of the body, as we gro...

My Moma said that life is like a box of chocolates

My Moma said that life is like a box of chocolates; you never know what you’re gonna get. That was Forrest Gump’s mom’s rubbish advice. Of course she wasn’t wrong, but she never finished the senten...

Chocolate flavoured chocolate reminds me of real chocolate

Chocolate flavoured chocolate reminds me of real chocolate. Likewise, butter flavoured popcorn reminds me of real butter. The world is a self-replicating mystery. The reason nothing is genuine anym...

There’s a Disneyland in all of us

With purple castles and enchanting landscapes, and with imaginary creatures, striving for a perfect life. There are adventure rides, romantic encounters, happy endings — and tearful departures, whe...

I try to be sincere about the borders of my heart.

I try to be sincere about the borders of my heart. So don’t try to sell me your genuine fakes.It doesn’t matter in which mall you operate, the sun will rise tomorrow on a new day in which you ply y...

Nurse Ratched was the horror of Cuckoo’s Nest

Nurse Ratched was the horror of Cuckoo’s Nest, which is code for you have to be of a certain age to remember Jack (Nicholson) as the sane but complicated madman McMurphy, who was a cult figure from...

Aliens are revolting

Aliens are revolting. The ones that hide in your house waiting to attack you, while they dribble rivers of spit on your floor, are the worst.Xenomorphs evolved to do nothing at all, but inhabit the...

Shopping would be much more fun if

Shopping would be much more fun if we could rotate our heads like owls. Supermarket isles wouldn’t be a tedious mix of going back and forth, trying to see why one’s companions are lagging behind, c...

The purpose of art is

The purpose of art is to wash the dust of daily life off our souls. Well, that’s what Picasso said at any rate. I guess he thought that what we do every day makes us dull and a little dirty. Clearl...

The pod got flu

The pod got flu which meant there was suffering in separate rooms as we sweated it out. People who are under the weather are also under the radar. You should be able to order a replacement body in ...

Art is love made public

Art is love made public. I didn’t say that. Someone called Hernando Fuentes said it in a moment of clarity, in the series Sense 8 that you can watch on Netflix if you have a ton of patience.The poi...