Tuesday, 2 January 2018

Lotta Bottle

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~ Lotta Bottle ~




I'll be filling in with a TON of pics which are from the last few months or even years in an attempt to bring this page up to date, but this here pic is totally now - I took it a couple of minutes ago.

It's a joke actually, because for a start it's not Christmas, or even New Year any more (that was yesterday), and secondly it looks as if I'm getting off my face but I'm not.

You see, I gave up booze for my 50th birthday because... it's bad for you. Me. And enough was enough. It doesn't worry me at all, it's just not part of what I do any more. I even set up a fun web site called Drunken Dodo to talk about it and help anyone who also doesn't want to spend their days, nights and ultimately lives with a bottle or glass stuck to their face instead of a smile. Have an amazing year, y'hear?!

P.S. It's apple juice, in case you're wondering, and the cork isn't even popped! 🍾


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Sunday, 31 December 2017

Tunnel Vision

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~ Tunnel Vision ~




There's a joke that the optimist sees a light at the end of the tunnel whilst the pessimist sees an oncoming train.

This here poetry plaque from the inventive Bibliothèque François Mitterand railway station in Paris says: "L'obscure est un chemin, la lumière est un lieu", which is "Dark is a way, and light is a place" from Poem On His Birthday by Dylan Thomas.

I have no idea what it's about but there are birds in it, which is nice, as I've been writing about birds today, and he talks about the sea, and sailing out to die at the end, which is quite a cool way to go.


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Friday, 29 December 2017

I Exist Therefore I Think

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~ I Exist Therefore I Think ~




How on earth can I continue to be original and not just churn out the same old same old like that guy who published (publishes still?) a picture of himself at 9:09 every day, when he more often than not finds himself in the lift on his way to the office - exciting stuff?!

Because Paris. I can walk the streets, any day, season or occasion and, without fail, find something that inspires me and gets me thinking.

Here's some sticker on a bench opposite a public toilet in the middle of the Avenue René Coty in the 14th arrondissement which caught my eye. Reassuring really.


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Vive les Zatypiques !

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~ Vive les Zatypiques ! ~




"Vive les Zatypiques" means Long Live the Atypical Ones, or " Here's to the Unusual Ones, or the Not-Like-the-Others or simply, possibly, the Weirdos. I'd say that sums me up quite nicely, except that... that was before.

Not that I don't feel atypical any more, it's just that... I'm far more aware these days of the sad case of so many 'so-original' people trying so hard to be 'not-like-the-others' that they end up all looking decidedly alike in their 'uniqueness'.

But not me, hah, not any more. I'M going to be unique in NOT shouting about my uniqueness, how about that for, err, originality? Kind of.


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© 2017 Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free - Contact Sab for photo tours, interviews, exhibitions, readings, talks etc.

Tuesday, 2 August 2016

Doing Porridge

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~ Doing Porridge ~




There's a similar shot somewhere of me gooning over a plate of snails and I have to admit this greyish-brown sludge is infinitely preferable, especially given my Scottish roots.

Not that my porridge today is anything like what my dad made it, but that's another story.

Just one more thing as I get back into this self-portrait palaver, that this isn't quite the snap-happy selfie craze you might think it is. Oh no.

In fact, I started recording my imminent demise quite a few years ago, and well before the word 'selfie' was even invented. Yes, I'm that old.

So this was always intended as both an artistic project (trying to make every shot artistically unique) and as some sort of future memorial to the bunch of brain cells and bacteria that make (or made, as the case may be as you read these words) the human boing known as Sabbath Willuth, or pixeldust to that effect. It's fun!


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Selfless In Spite Of


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~ Selfless In Spite Of ~
 





This is gonna be an Insta-fest from here on coz I started focusing... on square format pics suitable for that platform but not only.

In fact I adopted the square shape as an experiment to be in harmony with my paintings which are all square (or squares of squares, go see) at the moment, or at that moment to me more precise.

Hopefully my painting days and ways will return shortly, as I miss them. I recently did some 'art-therapy' sessions which were fun and also thought-provoking. More on that too in the weeks and months to come.


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Like Father, Love Son


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~ Like Father, Love Son ~
 




Well now. It would seem, on careful consultation of the date of my last My Mystic Me post, that the last time I was moved to share my miserable mug with you was approximately two years and seven months ago, on the 22nd of December, 2013 to be precise.

Wow. Doesn't time fly when you're not doing much of anything? That's gotta stop, and stuff's gotta start, and they starts here, mark my merry words.

I'm on a roll. That must be what 50 years on the planet does to you. The mid-life crisis, which in France is supposed to happen in your 40s, seems to have passed me blissfully by. Either that, or I was so crisis-ridden already that I didn't notice any different.

So let's get this show back on the road with one of the lights of my life, a certain young man who bears strikingly similar, well, pullovers to me.


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