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		<title>Knowledge of Self</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Monday&#8217;s always a shit day in the studio &#8212;&#160;takes ages to crank up to speed again.
So today I actually twiddled with something useful.
You may have noticed that there&#8217;s a new link, up at the top, to a page of and about my recent work.
It&#8217;s a bit of a clich&#233; to say that the web is [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.aaronbroadhurst.org/2009/08/03/knowledge-of-self/</link>
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		<title>Fear eats the soul</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#160;don&#8217;t understand &#8212;&#160;why does everything I&#160;make look like it floated to&#160;the&#160;surface of&#160;a&#160;nightmare, crawled off the&#160;screen of&#160;a&#160;horror film, has been buried alive?
It&#8217;s not as&#160;though I&#160;do it on&#160;purpose.
Someone once said of&#160;a&#160;portrait of&#160;them, that I&#8217;d made them look like a&#160;monster &#8212;&#160;was that really how I&#160;saw them?
I&#160;thought it looked noble and&#160;serene.
What do I&#160;know?
I&#160;used to&#160;stitch manikins into freshly-flayed skins and&#160;then [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.aaronbroadhurst.org/2009/08/01/fear-eats-the-soul/</link>
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		<title>What&#8217;s it all about?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was going to&#160;be so easy: an&#160;&#8221;About&#8221; page that sketched out where this work was coming from, what I&#160;was getting at, where it was going.
I&#160;had it all planned out. It had taken ages. It was all part of&#160;this &#8220;re-engagement&#8221; &#8212;&#160;after all: it&#8217;s about time people started to&#160;see this bloody stuff.
All these sort of&#160;mind-mappy diagram things [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.aaronbroadhurst.org/2009/07/30/whats-it-all-about/</link>
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		<title>Sweet dreams</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Nothing to say really &#8211; just wanted to post the image.
So wrapped up in this development; less focussed on the specifics of physiognomy, more on feeling.
Sleep.
Really ought to put up more of those recent images so you can make sense of where this has come from and some sort of &#8220;About&#8221; stuff to provide a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.aaronbroadhurst.org/2009/07/22/sweet-dreams/</link>
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		<title>Softly softly</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hmmm &#8230; intriguier and intriguier, said Aaron.
Thought I&#8217;d better post this immediately as we have a little window in our lack of interwebs webbynets &#8211; the granite must be radiating on a different astral plane or we&#8217;re in the eye of some cosmic electromagnetic storm, man &#8230; or somefink.
Hmmm &#8230; got somewhere to go next [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.aaronbroadhurst.org/2009/07/19/softly-softly/</link>
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		<title>Ghost of an idea</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Our connection to the rest of the world is even more tenuous than usual &#8230; can&#8217;t seem to hold a connection.
Dearest BT, I am happy to subsidise the lovely affluent alphas of the metropolis so they can have spiffy 24 Mbit broadband. Delirious.
All I ask is a measly 340 kbits. I don&#8217;t mind if it [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.aaronbroadhurst.org/2009/07/17/ghost-of-an-idea/</link>
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		<title>Think calm thoughts &#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Aaagh &#8230; make me a stone &#8230;
A deaf stone &#8230; with no sense of smell.
Four burly little gnomes have just arrived. They&#8217;re scraping the yard with a monster squeegee &#8211; this is a good thing.
Now, they are prodding and poking, sexing and weighing the poor beasts.
Farming is well weird.
I&#8217;d guess that at this point, denial [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.aaronbroadhurst.org/2009/07/15/think-calm-thoughts/</link>
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		<title>Rembrandt&#8217;s eyes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#160;cannot hear myself think.
The&#160;cows in&#160;the&#160;yard are bellowing, screaming themselves hoarse. They haven&#8217;t been fed since the&#160;weekend and&#160;are knee deep in&#160;their own shit (emulsified into a&#160;noxious brown oozing custard by two days of&#160;torrential rain). Ah, to&#160;be in&#160;the&#160;English countryside in&#160;Summer.
And&#160;vegetarians have no cop out: they&#8217;re only here because they&#8217;ve been separated from their mothers; now conveniently lactating [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.aaronbroadhurst.org/2009/07/15/rembrandts-eyes/</link>
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		<title>Renaissance</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Just act as&#160;though nothing&#8217;s happened. No-one will notice.
Been busy inventing a&#160;new medium, new genre, new technique, new aesthetic, new something. Or&#160;re-inventing the&#160;wheel&#160;&#8212; we&#8217;ll see.
I&#160;remember reading somewhere ages ago about how to&#160;get rich and&#160;famous; as&#160;an&#160;artist. Particularly rich; money being an&#160;issue, OK. Think it was Robert Rauschenberg; it was certainly about him.
The&#160;idea was that you first had [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.aaronbroadhurst.org/2009/07/14/hello-world/</link>
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