Online store selling my original pencil and ink portraiture is now all-systems-go-baby. Please check out (literally, with an original in your shopping cart and support a starving artist!) my online shop here. Thanks!
And, as I mention on the store front, if you buy an original from me then you can show it off with pride as you actually own an original piece of art, unlike your friends who will also claim to have ‘fine art’ on display, usually purchased from The Range. Tut tut.
It started as a bit of fun to get me back in the swing of doing sketching after a hiatus. The response from my fellow Magi has been most kind and after many requests for prints of my portraits of famous magicians, I’ve decided to make a few originals for sale in the coming days. They will be on a first come, first served basis and available from this here website of loveliness.
The selected works, and new portraits, will be added periodically with the initial shop launch sometime this month.
Each piece of original art will be framed within its own mount and come with a Certificate of Authenticity. And be reasonably priced of course!
Thanks for looking!
Having been asked to write a tribute to my dearly departed friend and mentor Eugene Burger (THE philosopher of magic), I’m indebted to Magicseen Magazine for their kind permission to attach it here.
‘Weston-Super-Mare council weren’t to know. How could they? The pavement curb stone outside of the Playhouse Theatre was just another everyday mundane slab of concrete.
The gala show at the Bristol Day of Magic was enjoyable and the conventioneers had gathered on the pavement outside to bid farewell for another year. Like most conventions being a social occasion interspersed with the occasional packet trick and pint.
I was unexpectedly shoved from behind, with a growling voice apologising profusely. I turned to steady the attacker from further onslaught and came face-to-face with a living legend. He had tripped on the curb without being intoxicated (unusual for the inhabitants of Weston) and steadied himself on my wire-like frame.
And that was how I met the man who would go on to become one of my dearest friends, mentor and adopted granddad; Eugene Burger.’ [To read the rest, please click the link below]
My girlfriend Jen (www.artbyjen.co.uk) badgered me into taking part in the latter half of Inktober; namely, drawing something in ink each day and posting online. Rising to the challenge, I decided to do my own version (awkward sod that I am) and have devised Magink – magicians sketched in ink.
If you’re interested and this kind of thing swings your curiosity pendulum to ‘ohhh’ then please check out or follow me on Instagram. Alternatively, you can do one of those thumbs-up likey things on Facebook.
And here’s a sketch of UK underground magician turned super-star Dynamo doing his card-cutting wizardry. Enjoy!
Having been asked to write a tribute to my mentor, friend and adopted granddad Eugene Burger, who was the world’s leading voice on the philosophy and role of the magician, inspired me to pick up the pencils after a sabbatical. Miss you Eugene. (Tribute will be published in November issue of MagicSeen.)
Recently, my director and I were approached to help teach magic to a celebrity couple on a prime-time TV show. We quickly declined. Why?
Television is a platform where you, as a performer, artist or whatever, will have no control over the edit, and therefore will not know how you may be cast. The vast majority of TV production companies will not do anything to tarnish you, your brand or reputation (unless you decide to work for any of the growing number of television shows which do nothing but embarrass the participants) but you will still have no control over what will finally be displayed before the eyes of the masses.
Secondly, television rarely pays any actual cash for these kind of roles. They usually tempt you instead with the ‘publicity’ it will garner for you. Of course, this more often than not, fails to turn into anything tangible. People watch with their minds elsewhere, so they won’t recall you were even on the show (in the 2 seconds that finally did make the final cut), let alone remember your name and what you did. Most shows don’t even offer you expenses.
Thirdly, and this is a biggy for me personally, is a matter of dignity. There just isn’t that much dignity any more to the vast majority of reaility television programming. All of the popular reality shows are made cheaply, and dumbed-down to the level where we can consume it without giving a moments thought to any challenging ideas or concepts.
In the performance business people climb over each other for any kind of television exposure thinking that ‘as seen on TV’ will do them good. I argue that it can do more harm than good. It will rarely, if ever, help you raise your game as a performer, only satisfying your ego. If that’s all it takes to make you feel that you’ve done a good job, then good on you. For others, it’s a case of constantly striving to produce more meaningful and quality work.
It’s a matter of dignity.
Goals, goals, goals… another quick reason why I think short term goals are not something to get too heavily obsessed over; blinkers.
And that’s not a swearword from the Carry-On era.
If we stay focused on the goal, aiming for that and nothing else, then we fail to see opportunities just outside of that vision.
When I reflect on the opportunities and creative projects I have had success with they have come about through a goal-less strategy. Had I been too focused on a particular goal then I’m confident I would have missed these chances to create something.
So free yourself from the never-ending verbiage from ‘get-things-done-Guru’s’ and let goals go for a while. Stay alert and just see what comes your way. You may never know what opportunities you may encounter now you have your blinkers removed. Glance sideways and enjoy the view!
1.BRITISHa pair of small leather screens attached to a horse’s bridle to prevent it seeing sideways and behind and being startled.
The old fashioned way… I’m staying with friends and we share a meal, sit around the log fire, drink, talk and further add to our developing friendship. Later today I’m with other friends doing the same (exchanging log fire for outdoor fire-pit).
The modern way seems to be a case of gathering ‘friends’ (some boasting 5000 plus) and the conversation being a mixture of funny faces, where ‘love’ is represented by a simple ‘x’. Where is the actual love?
I’m a user of the modern way, but really count my friends as those I actually take time out to see, speak to and share experiences.
Those I invest in. And vice-versa.
A quick tale; many of us were catching up after several years of being apart. We were all around 30 years young. We played games, drank and were generally merry and having fun on hearing each others experiences over the last few years. Two teenagers joined us who both sat at opposite ends of the sofa and were absorbed in their phones and their, no doubt, many ‘friendships’ in the digital world of smiley faces. They wouldn’t join in with us, wouldn’t talk, and struggled to even hold eye contact. When we finally started ribbing them as to who they were ‘texting’ it turned out it was each other! Yep, they were in a ‘relationship’.
Consider the depth of your real friendships with those closest to you. And how they may have drifted apart if a physical hug has become a simple emoji.
As social animals we crave company. And loneliness isn’t solved by a smiley face or an ‘x’. Do as I will now; put the digital world to sleep and go talk!
I’m currently writing a book on performing and have been thinking about the reason why I chose to perform magic. Yes, it’s because I love the art-form. But do audiences? Aside from me enjoying myself, was there a good living to be made? Would my audiences enjoy it as much as I?
And then I got thinking about the other things I’ve done. Writing for instance. And that led me to think about the artists, magicians, entertainers and authors I know who don’t actively pursue their passion. Perhaps they think ‘what’s the point?’
If the end result is money, then to me you have the wrong agenda baby. You’re creating solely for the end result.
The enjoyment, satisfaction and reward should be the experience itself. It should be self-fulfilling.
When I perform magic, whether in practice or paid play, time passes by and I’m totally absorbed in the moment. The act of magic. When I write, same applies. And now after a few years sabbatical, I’m playing with pencil and paint again.
This complete immersion in the activity makes you lose your sense of self. You become ‘one’ with the creation. When I write my fingers flow over the keyboard and should the door-bell go it actually shocks me back into myself. When I draw I find myself flowing with the pencil.
Sound to woo-woo?
If you’re creating for the sheer enjoyment of it, for yourself and for no other reason then you’ll know what I mean. If you’re creating for an end result of money or recognition, then perhaps you’ll not feel the difference between a true act of creation and the commercialisation of your talent for other ends.
Talking to artists and performers there’s a clear difference.
The key comes to being paid to still create for yourself. And that is what my forthcoming book aims to address. Ever onwards…
Can this be right? No, surely not. Every inspirational-cum-leader-guru-self-help-The-Secret-and-other-such-cackery tells us that the key to success (whatever that may mean, usually undefined, but often referring only to monetary gain) is to set goals.
Having given this a lot of thought and reflection, I’ve long reached the decision that the setting of goals is pointless.
I’m currently writing a book on performing and have been contemplating the effects that goal-setting, or rather the lack of it, has affected my life. Whilst I wont go into the depth I will in the book (shameless plug, although it won’t be available until sometime 2018) it’s enough to say that I think goal-setting is pointless as it is currently understood in our society.
We all want everything instantly. We want a six-pack in days. We want a pill to get rid of our back ache right now. We want instant gratification. Want to be famous? Simply go on a TV talent show. Want to be a magician? Jump on YouTube and learn.
But long term mastery of a subject, art or career is something that will take time, effort and dedication. Setting a goal to be, for example, a kung-fu expert is only going to mean you don’t truly reach the goal. And the end result? One of feeling like a failure (whatever that means, usually undefined, but often referring to not having made considerable monetary gain).
So, if you really must set a goal, then put it in a realistic time-frame. E.g. something you will master over the next 20-30 years. Suddenly that’s not as promising as the self-help books would have us believe. Hence the fat folks still carry on trying to lose weight year-upon-year, the employed folks try to become their own boss and the gym is full of wannabe weight lifters who stop going after the first week or two.
Mastering anything takes a lifetime.
For me there’s another, bigger down-side to goal setting and I’ll come on to that in a future rambling.
For now, do you set goals and if so why? Sounds a daft question, but setting them to achieve something usually has the opposite effect; we rarely achieve what we set out to and so feel deflated. What was the point then?