This is What I Do

I am not entirely certain why I am able to do this but I am certain that this is what I do.

I have the capacity to see people deeply. And I am able to elicit and capture on film the experience of inner worlds. It seems important because this is where truth lies. And with truth comes clarity. And with clarity comes vast possibility. This is what I do. For the courageous, its application is far reaching.

Surrender. Which is Different to Giving Up

Posted by on Mar 17, 2017 in Poetry, Words

Surrender.
Which is
different
to giving up.
That’s it.
Surrender.

Us and Wrong

Posted by on Dec 18, 2016 in Words

‘… we’re most probably asking the wrong questions, and searching in all the wrong places.’

Two Fools in a Mirror

Posted by on Nov 7, 2016 in Poetry, Words

We won’t have peace until we can
both agree,’ said the two fools
on either side of an argument …

Elections, Wrongs and Rights

Posted by on Nov 7, 2016 in Words

I imagine the US Election to have held a mirror up to an entire Nation, if not to an entire world. But a reflection takes steadfastness to recognize, and courage to admit …

This is Important. This Might Be Us.

Posted by on Oct 9, 2016 in News, Words

As I wander this world, I experience a depth and openness in people. A way of being together. But I’m struck by the most common of responses to such experience. An isolating juxtaposition. It is painful, often admitted and it is lonely. It goes something like this …

Man’s Best Friend

Posted by on Sep 23, 2016 in Poetry, Words
Man’s Best Friend

A man sits quietly with his dog.

He often sits quietly with his dog.

She, with her ‘this is enough’ face.
He, with his matching ‘nothing
need be different’ expression …

A Book of Poetry, Finally

Posted by on Aug 31, 2016 in News, Poetry, Words
A Book of Poetry, Finally

I’ve been writing poems, or perhaps aphorisms, for more than a few years. They have appeared in many books, just not my own. I never seem to have made the time. I’m with a publisher tomorrow …

A World that Passed by Unnoticed

Posted by on Aug 26, 2016 in Images, Observations, Words
A World that Passed by Unnoticed

We spend so much of our lives looking out across this vast world, dreaming of movement to somewhere. To somewhere else. Focusing on easily distinguishable objects …

Talking About Not Talking

Posted by on Aug 9, 2016 in Observations, Words
Talking About Not Talking

Tim Gallwey, Inner Game of Tennis Tim, and I speak often. And for hours and hours. Barbara, Tim’s partner, often ends up having to forcibly separate him from the phone in order to fulfill some prior engagement. She’s great. A while ago, we clocked up a three conversation about not talking. Odd. The irony of it all …

The Artist Who Works with Nothing

Posted by on Jul 30, 2016 in Poetry, Soul Biographies Method, Viewer Words, Words

A someone who recently sat in front of the Soul Biographies Camera woke up a few days ago with these unexpected few words in her imagination. She had no idea where they had come from. Or why, but thought that they pointed to something of importance with respect to this somewhat mysterious work […cont]

Broken and Seemingly Alone

Posted by on Jul 29, 2016 in Images, Words

Last week I caught sight of this tree, broken and seemingly alone. That is until I attended a lecture on the latest research observing that trees are connected and act on behalf of each other when in need. Perhaps most fragments in this natural world have such capacity. You and me included …

The Most Liberating of Dream Boards

Posted by on Mar 20, 2016 in News, Words

A while back, my drifting imagination fought into the long hours of a particular night before it came up with this liberating dream board …

Significant Work and Hidden Brands

Posted by on Mar 3, 2016 in Observations, Organizations, Words

It’s easy for us to deem significant work as that involved in the actions that contribute to the alleviation of suffering, or to the obvious development of the human lot. To ‘saving the world’.
But in holding to such a view we might miss the significance of an extraordinary workplace …

It Still Shines into the World Through Her Bright Blue Eyes

Posted by on Feb 25, 2016 in News, Words

Here was one such message I received within a few hours of posting Charlie’s haunting photograph …

The Premise of It All

Posted by on Jan 10, 2016 in Words

‘I imagine that the causes of much of what happens in our lives lie far deeper than we imagine. It’s just that we seldom look far enough beneath the surface.’

This is the very premise of my work in the world.

Can Albert Come Out to Play?

Posted by on Dec 13, 2015 in Words

He knocked on the back door. Three times. As he always had. Heavily worn trouser knees. Spectacles sat at the end of an elderly nose. And eighty two well-used years under his belt.

‘Can Albert come out to play?’ …

The Edges of the Sky

Posted by on Dec 5, 2015 in Poetry, Words

For if you don’t,
you may as well
round your
shoulders
and shuffle lifelessly
towards a cold
unwelcoming grave …

Leaders and the Responsibility of Inner Condition

Posted by on Dec 2, 2015 in Films, Organizations, Soul of Business, Words
Leaders and the Responsibility of Inner Condition

Might the inner condition of a leader show up in those around them?

A three minute contemplative film in black and white.

He Wandered the Woods, Dirty and Ragged

Posted by on Nov 20, 2015 in Viewer Words, Words

I received these words from a viewer who had just seen Mark’s Film.

I had a neighbor and friend, named Andy, who used to find his way into my house, sit in the rocking chair in my bedroom, and wait for me to come home. I would find bouquets of weeds on the hood of my car. He would be watching me for days, standing so still I wouldn’t know he was there …

I Didn’t Want to Hide Anymore

Posted by on Nov 3, 2015 in Viewer Words, Words

‘… when you asked me why I wanted to meet you I said I didn’t want to hide anymore.’

Line from an email received not so very long ago …

A Note to the Literal

Posted by on Oct 29, 2015 in Words

A few words for those who lean towards the literal. I am a poet, a film maker and an all-round disruptive influence. Much of what I say is metaphorical. Perhaps half. It’s just that you might not always know which half. It is for good reason …

The Reflection

Posted by on Aug 1, 2015 in Poetry, Words

As I gaze into the world, I realise
that nothing falters in its
ability to reflect what
I’ve come here to see.

My challenge remains
to admit
to what it is
that I’ve seen.

Mr. Askew you’re a disruptive influence

Posted by on Jul 31, 2015 in Behind the Film, Interviews, Words

I answered the telephone mid afternoon. The caller stated these words clear as day, and as loud as the night is quiet.

‘… Mr. Askew you are a disruptive influence.’

‘Are you sure?’, I replied.

The Whisper and the Echo

Posted by on May 8, 2015 in Poetry, Words

A man looked for meaning.
For his very place in life.

He searched high and low.

He’d often hear a whisper, calling
his name from the other side
of what seemed like a door …