Tuesday, 6 December 2016

The Figure Flinger

T   h e        F ig’ure        F l i n g e r   

N ever  E v e r   L i n g er   wi th

                             a  F i g u r e   F l i n g er

You  m a y well  fin d   o u t 

                                what inside out   is   actually  like

I used to be the right way around     until 

I  met   the   Shaman   Sisters  all feathered  and   frothy  and

   Van Dyke   dikkity   doodaH    DoOdaH    brown

with twitchy Bird  Beaked   Hands   a clickity  clacking

a bit   like   a    crustacean   crab  pie  in   limbo  

I even   knew    my  left    from   your right

in   those   days

The Figure Flinger

  always    remember
the right eye should never see what the left eye has seen

and b a c k   t o   f r o nt  is  not   the   new   upside   down

F l i n g s  i n   f a r   f l u n g    places   are  not

Atol Protected

S h i f t y   S h a p e   S h i f t e r s  

Shaman   Namen   what does it matter as long as he loves his mother

I   refuse to  mention   the   b’b’  Bovine  Head

let’s  just   say 

I  know   why   the  right horn got broke

One Sister has a Bovine Head

So   why   does   the Bovine   Sister   have   a special place  in her tummy  where her sister sits   and   knits

K Nit   knit  knitting
with Purl wise  fingers
Some   Say  She  knits   her  own   shadow

Knit One     P u r l   O n e      Cast   Off   a  lot

The Knitter of Shadows

Have you   ever   sMelt a    F igure      Flinger

Some smell all feathery ancient and moth eaten
like old dust smells nicer than new

Bovine and Aniline    Aromatic and Free

Skeletons and bird beaks smell like 

old ladies  face fill  powder     with the perfume removed

Big Birds Feet    just smell

and as for  dangling  limbs and medals

you have to    make up your own mind    on that

The Tree as a Young man

Editors Note :    Any   references   to reality

 are   strictly    accidental

The   Figure   Flinger is a new member of the family and you 

can see more of Paul Biddle's Cabinet of Curiosity by clicking

the link below  

Tuesday, 25 October 2016

The Eye of the Potato

      Some    claim     that     The plural        of  potato

is  potatoes     now there's an  image  for you   to conjure        with   

Let's    visualise        it       together like peas    in a    Pod

ow   many   toes    do you    see

people   see   lots   of   toes   and   remember

when kids    sang        sing song

hole   in  your   sock            hole   in  your   sock

You   have    a   potato     in   your   sock

Soothsayers   say      potatoes  have  eyes

The Eye of the potato

Some   say      starchy   oval   tuber     say this in a nasally way 

      Others   say    Edible    yum   yum   

 roast them   bake   them     and   most  callous   of  all     Mash   them

   The   Beloved   potato

proud    member  of   the   nightshade   family

    should   never  be   confused   with   the   couch   potato

or   indeed     the  hot   potato    a delicate or awkward matter

You can   see   more  

of   the Paranoia of Fruit and Vegetables series by clicking the link

Thursday, 20 October 2016

One Twelve Publishing Poignant Pics post No. 7 by Paul Biddle

I'm   very    pleased 
                         to share my post about Claude Cahun

on One Twelve Publishing    featured Poignant Pics

Poignant Pics is a blog series where Angela Chen and Blue Mitchell have asked how

a   photo  has   changed the  way     you  look  at  the   world

Here is a link to my post        

Claude Cahun

Over the next few weeks they are featuring the Poignant Pics of the photographers

Fran Forman    Tami Bone   Jonah Calinawan   Paul Biddle

We are in a group exhibition called 

A Cartography of Dreams

at Dimbola Museum and Galleries 

produced by

Friday, 23 September 2016

The Cartography of Dreams

I'm very pleased to be taking part in this exhibition at Dimbola Museum

Julia Margaret Camerons' former home

on the Isle of Wight

Huge thanks to Maxine Watts of Reclaim Photography Festival  who organised and made this exhibition possible

A Cartography of Dreams
14 October 2016 - 1 January 2017
Dimbola Museum & Galleries

Dreams are true while they last. And do we not live in dreams?” Alfred Lord Tennyson
In this exhibition, four photographers set out to answer this question posed by Alfred Lord
Tennyson some 150 years ago. Their artistic exploration maps the contours of their
dreams and imaginations—much like cartographers outlining the shorelines and mountains
of a new continent. For what are dreams, but a map to move us forward on a quest
for understanding?
And on this journey to awareness, one artist beckons with gesture and symbol to a quiet
blue world, on a search for meaning and purpose in an unknown future. While another’s
attraction to the strange and bizarre, melded with a dose of reality, creates an incongruence
that implores us to look again and again. A third artist uses colour as an emotional
springboard, moving us through visual dreamscapes that merge magic realism with surrealism,
considering complex relationships along the way. And a fourth artist looks through a
lens of hope and possibility, longing to see the unseeable and to know the unknowable. A
quartet of dreamers and explorers they are, taking us along for the ride.
Julia Margaret Cameron, in her timeless and moving work, sought to ennoble photography
by combining the real and the Ideal. It is the hope of these four photographers to honour
her legacy by creating art that encourages viewers to embark on their own expeditions,
map their own dreams, and perhaps alter their directions as a result.
This exhibition features thirty one works by four international photographers: Fran Forman,
Jonah Calinawan, Paul Biddle and Tami Bone. The exhibition is produced and curated by
Dr Rachel Tait, Dimbola Museum and Galleries, in association with Maxine Watts, Reclaim
Photography Festival. For more information about the four artists and the exhibition,
please visit:

Dimbola Museum & Galleries

Tami Bone

Jonah Calinawan

Fran Forman

Paul Biddle

Maxine Watts

Sunday, 28 August 2016

S w a n S i s t e r s

Swan      S wan   and   Swan      3   Sis  ters 

    Cygnus Sisters    one and all

I’ve always     felt in awe   of those big white birds

 that only         a few people  are allowed to    eat 

graceful as a swan       in        seasoning      

Swan Song    Sing Song        sixpence   

and confused         by   Phrases    like               geese are swans

geese are    N O T    swans

S w ans     i s   S  w  a n s

Swan Sisters
A S  a   c hild  I was  told swans   can break your arm

so  Those white slings kids wore  with  a broken  arm

Were  they   a   white  wing  about  to  sprout

the Swan

the    constellation Cygnus

The idiom       B Y THE sEA 

“up  the Swannee”  or       "down the swan"

This image is from my series  Cabinet  of   Curiosity

You can see more by following   this  link  to   my   website

Monday, 28 September 2015

Paul Biddle's photograph "Incubation" selected for 163rd RWA Open Exhibition

I’m so   pleased  my photograph   “Incubation”

 has been selected   for

 the Royal West of England Academy Open Exhibition.

The RWA was Bristol’s first art gallery

You can see the exhibition in Bristol

from 4 October – 29 November 2015.


It's   Part   of  my  Cabinet   of   Curiosities   series

You   can   see   more   of   the   series

by   clicking   the   link   to   my   website   below

Tuesday, 25 August 2015

Freuds’ flirty Fenestration Frock

Brooder of   Beasts  in   the   Nursery  Of   Nonsense

It    was   over  a  while   ago   now   when   I   first   saw  her   likeness

to   be   honest   it  was  more  of   a   glance  than  the  full Fred  Astaire

But   a   Glance  has  a   Glint   and   is   almost  a   Peep 

hush   hinting   far  more than  a  gap  or  a  Gawp  can   do

The Incubator

so   when   did  Freuds’  flirty  Fenestration  Frock     Turn  into

the   Hatch  hatch  hatchery   of  free  Spirit  Jars

Everyone   knows   It  was  Tantamount  the 23rd   of   course

Freuds' Flirty Fenestration Frock

I notice  the  Countenance   of   a  little girl  complete   with Enigma

  She   held  a leash  most   fine   and    Lepidopteran

All  of   a Whirrr   and   Myopic  on the move

Much   to   my   delight  I recognised the flutter and tink Tinkle 

of  Count   Muldivos’  Clockwork  Moths   vanishing  up  her   sleeve

The Leash made of Moths

So   this   was   the   work   of   the Cunning  old Count

His   Automata  the Envy  and   Relish of most   of  Old  Europe    

Best   not  to   mention   what   hides   behind   beady  eyed Masks

and   Modesty   Panels  Alive  alive  O

If you would like to see more   of   the Cabinet of Curiosities series

please click the link below to Paul Biddles' website