The last train to Arcady

The art and poetry of Steev Burgess


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"Dr Friendless Knight’s new time machine". I found, in an old book of unusual names, someone called "Friendless". This is the second time machine that my character has invented and it is on it’s way to being a song.

"Dr Friendless Knight’s new time machine". I found, in an old book of unusual names, someone called "Friendless". This is the second time machine that my character has invented and it is on it’s way to being a song.

"Sitting Ducks"

"Sitting Ducks"

"Under cover - The Geese Fly south At Midnight"

"Under cover - The Geese Fly south At Midnight"

I’ve had the occasional little rant about the contemporary art that I really don’t like and I’d like to redress the balance with some that I do. Gilbert and George, who’s current exhibition at White Cube Southwark (London) is stunning. Normally, I don’t really approve of very large works as it is as if the artist(s) is(are) shouting. “He who shouts the loudest is often the one that knows the least” usually rings true for me, but not in this case.

I’ve had the occasional little rant about the contemporary art that I really don’t like and I’d like to redress the balance with some that I do. Gilbert and George, who’s current exhibition at White Cube Southwark (London) is stunning. Normally, I don’t really approve of very large works as it is as if the artist(s) is(are) shouting. “He who shouts the loudest is often the one that knows the least” usually rings true for me, but not in this case.

(a very concise) ART RANT

Looking at Tumblr for 3 years has taught me that the world is full of amazing artworks by excellent living artists, almost none of whom find their work in major municipal galleries and very few in private ones. Things from the 19th and the first half of the 20th century, yes, but since then, very little. What is wrong with our curators and gallery owners? Why are they buying and selling such dull rubbish? Could we not perhaps, enhance this world?

I seem to be waiting on so many other people before I can proceed or progress with anything, I may as well be in the waiting room at Arcady station (above). I’m on the point of giving up so much right now.
Meantime, I’m thinking of giving my presence  on Tumblr an overhaul. Maybe dividing up certain stuff as, after 3 years of it, there is much to view. I’ll let you know.

I seem to be waiting on so many other people before I can proceed or progress with anything, I may as well be in the waiting room at Arcady station (above). I’m on the point of giving up so much right now.

Meantime, I’m thinking of giving my presence  on Tumblr an overhaul. Maybe dividing up certain stuff as, after 3 years of it, there is much to view. I’ll let you know.

"Dancing just like Jesus to the chattering of a Westbound train". The Jesus referred to in this picture is a character that used to go to gigs five times a week in London and danced alone, barefoot with a tambourine, looking like the western Jesus. He could have been called "Mr Tambourine man" but "Jesus" seemed to stick. He seemed to "disappear" and I wondered where he went, maybe West, who knows.

"Dancing just like Jesus to the chattering of a Westbound train". The Jesus referred to in this picture is a character that used to go to gigs five times a week in London and danced alone, barefoot with a tambourine, looking like the western Jesus. He could have been called "Mr Tambourine man" but "Jesus" seemed to stick. He seemed to "disappear" and I wondered where he went, maybe West, who knows.

"The Birds". A collage kind of inspired by a photo of the poet Fran Lock feeding birds in the park. I’ve deliberately used the title of the Hitchcock film which gave birds a bad name. There is also a irrational hatred of pigeons among some people in London and I feel it’s my duty to show their loveliness in art.

"The Birds". A collage kind of inspired by a photo of the poet Fran Lock feeding birds in the park. I’ve deliberately used the title of the Hitchcock film which gave birds a bad name. There is also a irrational hatred of pigeons among some people in London and I feel it’s my duty to show their loveliness in art.

"Exit Exeter" One more for the football series of collages looking at "fetishes" of Englishness. Yes, I now know how to work the libraries new scanning system. I could hold lessons, well almost.  :)

"Exit Exeter" One more for the football series of collages looking at "fetishes" of Englishness. Yes, I now know how to work the libraries new scanning system. I could hold lessons, well almost.  :)

"Ocean Mails and Sailors Tales" A slightly new departure in my collages.

"Ocean Mails and Sailors Tales" A slightly new departure in my collages.