Baking Biscuits

Basic Biscuit Recipe


Citra Solv and Nat Geo Magazines

Like suprises and splodges? this is for you…


Citra-solv is a natural cleaning agent sold in the US, I’ve no idea how it fares as a cleaner BUT it is a strong enough solvent (albeit natural) to react with certain printing inks. National Geographic magazines used to be printed using inks that react beautifully with melting, globular, creative chemical reactions. Much like alcohol or salt reactions with water based paints, you get a dynamic, textural blend. As you can imagine it is STINKY! in quite a different way to the ST-ink you can make from shaggy ink cap mushrooms, so tis an outside, ventilation require kinda project πŸ™‚

There are sources all over the internet suggesting different years/decades of the Nat Geo Magazines. So far I have some from the 80’s and 90’s, got my ear to the ground for older ones. Rumour has it that town and country magazines also melt in a similar way.


An immersion into digital media has sent me back to seriously low tech, messy, smelly, hand staining, printing techniques. But I will combine these 2 worlds by scanning the resulting images and then digitally manipulate them, tis all good!


W B Yeats – Among school children

I walk through the long schoolroom questioning;
A kind old nun in a white hood replies;
The children learn to cipher and to sing,
To study reading-books and histories,
To cut and sew, be neat in everything
In the best modern way – the children’s eyes
In momentary wonder stare upon
A sixty-year-old smiling public man.


I dream of a Ledaean body, bent
Above a sinking fire. a tale that she
Told of a harsh reproof, or trivial event
That changed some childish day to tragedy –
Told, and it seemed that our two natures blent
Into a sphere from youthful sympathy,
Or else, to alter Plato’s parable,
Into the yolk and white of the one shell.


And thinking of that fit of grief or rage
I look upon one child or t’other there
And wonder if she stood so at that age –
For even daughters of the swan can share
Something of every paddler’s heritage –
And had that colour upon cheek or hair,
And thereupon my heart is driven wild:
She stands before me as a living child.


Her present image floats into the mind –
Did Quattrocento finger fashion it
Hollow of cheek as though it drank the wind
And took a mess of shadows for its meat?
And I though never of Ledaean kind
Had pretty plumage once – enough of that,
Better to smile on all that smile, and show
There is a comfortable kind of old scarecrow.


What youthful mother, a shape upon her lap
Honey of generation had betrayed,
And that must sleep, shriek, struggle to escape
As recollection or the drug decide,
Would think her Son, did she but see that shape
With sixty or more winters on its head,
A compensation for the pang of his birth,
Or the uncertainty of his setting forth?


Plato thought nature but a spume that plays
Upon a ghostly paradigm of things;
Solider Aristotle played the taws
Upon the bottom of a king of kings;
World-famous golden-thighed Pythagoras
Fingered upon a fiddle-stick or strings
What a star sang and careless Muses heard:
Old clothes upon old sticks to scare a bird.


Both nuns and mothers worship images,
But those the candles light are not as those
That animate a mother’s reveries,
But keep a marble or a bronze repose.
And yet they too break hearts – O Presences
That passion, piety or affection knows,
And that all heavenly glory symbolise –
O self-born mockers of man’s enterprise;


Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?

Francis Bacon – a ghostly talking portrait

Of Marriage and Single life…

..Some unmarried men think Girlides and Garters to be shackles….

Ha! and they (generally) weren’t the ones wearing them!

Love the crackling vinyl sound, hmmm… takes me back to Christmases as a child πŸ˜€

Tis interesting that in these times we have states inbetween single life and marriage with unique collections of the pros and cons of both states.. hmmmm more to think about.. must have more input!