Harrison’s Leg.

Sat on set, in a field.

Harrison Ford looks around…..

A check of eyes and egos, then

Points his leg


“Justlikethat!” (mutters to himself)

It snaps from the knee

And returns home as though it ‘knows'

(and knows it knows not).

This whip of the leg is nice enough and certainly grounds our Harrison whether he is:

In a field – to the life of grass

On a set – to the cells of the arts

But when he knocks that pounce ‘out’ into space…. man it’s wonderful.

To any onlookers, they see a man extending his leg, either slowly or fast, and so fast it may seem like a blur, but they will discredit the ‘quiet impulse’ that follows.

Because there is a key (side) effect from this action:

If you are nearby (within throwing leg distance of him*, research has shown) and you happen to be experiencing a period of time where you are led unbalanced by either thoughts or feelings, or both, then this minimal leg pounce from Harrison can uncurl a mind, and free that

‘tendril’… of thought,

that ‘sponge’… of feeling.

It unhooks the unbalanced item, and if your 3rd eye was awake, you would see the tendril/sponge pop out, hit the ground and trail towards the leg, its attention smothered and enticed in the following manner:

Thought Tendril – snakes towards (gains momentum in a series of chained movements) and appears as light, serpentine.

feeling Sponge – swells out wave like in reddish hues, growing nearer and closer.

But when they arrive at said leg, all the weight of their work is removed, and for a moment you may even be unable to tell them apart, as a blurring and stillness occurs… and it is a stillness that remains.

"…Something about that leg pulls you in."
Peter Falk – 1967 on the set of “Luv”, which features Ford’s 2nd film credit but interestingly it’s the 1st prominent appearance of his full leg (with added sass)**

And what is left in you, for those few seconds without thought or feeling can see all this and not, the soul of everything, every tiny particle and beyond, every mystery, and all the connection.

You won’t remember this but the whole of you does, and that 1 glimpse is enough of a reminder to refuel and nourish and help it restore a balance within and bring about a natural peace.

Some believe Harrison to be unaware of any of this ***, although some do quote him as knowing exactly what his leg gets up to:

“Yeah... my leg Can uncurl the soul through the drama and noise of thoughts and feelings”  -  Harrison Ford , 1979 flirting with female cast.


*     that is the average distance attained by a theorized one legged Harrison if he were able to throw his leg from a seated position, away from him.

**   His 1st appearance, un-credited in ‘Dead Heat on a Merry-Go-Round’ only featured a bit of leg to be honest.  But what’s interesting about it, is that it’s a leg that really does shove its way into shot at the very last moment of a daring pivot…a hint of something more perhaps even back then. 

You can see for yourself if you search for the film titles and Harrison Ford.

***   all tests have been done remotely and without permission.

An amazing discovery, at the cutting edge of science & investigative journalism, a Flan has been found trying to communicate!!  Experts have worked around the clock to assist this commune, and to also see how this happened & what it really means to us all.

And Here It Is, Pictured Alongside, The First, (human heard) Decree of Flan...

This was the result of that hard work of many to interpret the message of this incredible Flan and in the manner it wished, through 'sign', passion & flair!. 

Putting the startling nature of this statement/threat to 1 side for the moment, the Flan, frankly looks great, and the notion that life force has transferred beyond the grain, to flan, and is now constant is truly fascinating.

But we also have a special recording taken from within the Flan, with the aid of the latest technology available.  The latest flan-sensitive microphones were inserted, with permission, (utilising 'polenta based pickups' for extra amplification) & and reached what is believed at current to be the stomach of the thing.  Now, we are able to glimpse what's really going on inside this man eating beast and hear for ourselves, it's own inner proclamation. 

So Lets Go Deep Down, 

Into The Filling Of The Flan.

Pump's Kin

I'm in the process of making some sketches and portraits of my dog and accountant, Pump Gregoriou, which I will put up as soon as the final edit has been agreed. 

In the meantime, here is one of his siblings, Brother Calzone, and amongst the family he is known as the 'Meat Finder'.

Brother Calzone
'Dressed and posing for Portrait'
Song for Medulla Oblongata.

The 'Medulla'

Dream fuelled sketch
(click on for a clearer viewin)

The start of this tale begins with "Sex on Fire" by Kings of Leon, and a re-imagining of the world of the song, to tell the story of the Medulla Oblongata (Mo for the short).

'Mo' forms part of the lowest area of the brain,  and hence as you will see has been picked upon by bits of brain above it under the false perception of 'hierarchies'.

This all started with my recent interest in the evolution of the brain and the idea of it being a living thing, (akin to the theory that all particles of matter are 'alive' in a sense, they react, and are connected, which is a further dabble to come) and dabbling also in the possibility of communicating in some form with these 'living' things.  I tried meditating to something specific, but at this stage I hadn't connected to anything, but what happened shortly afterwards opened up an unusual path.

The results flooded a dream of mine, and then upon waking, through a hurried sketch and colouring.  It seemed as though as I had made contact with something.  A specific part of the brain, the Medulla Oblongata.  And this is the story I have translated.

The fragments I experienced in the dream are as follows:

It's night, it's very cold, I see a big fleshy thing (a giant Medulla, with feelings, and sad face of sorts), moving somehow, in the street, (not a shuffle, nor a huddling) whilst the kings of leon trawl through leaf litter in my room (latched on from elsewhere in the psyche this bit I assume).  I call out and ask if it's ok, and beckon MO in through my window,whilst holding the band back behind me with arms outstretched, as their curiosity mixed with fear and anger at what was happening.
MO told of its sadness (I do feel that it was slightly a woman). Of how what it named 'Big Brain'* had attacked MO's confidence and worth. And this, I could not take silently.

*note on Big Brain - at 18seconds into the song, you can hear Big Brain trying to make it's presence felt, with possibly it's first recorded reaction via sound,  which turns out to be a cocky-moan.  

Hence came the song, the picture, the plight, it fit so right.  MO does so much more in it's duties I researched and realised, and did not deserve these lies, and so I yelled the truth, in a manner nudged into being by the band being there.   And when the chorus hit, putting both versions flush to each other to compare, the power and assertion meant much to Medulla Oblongata.

Listen out for Medulla herself singing in those higher octaves, gaining in confidence, AND, I urge you to try at least once to sing the new words along to the song, with a little gusto, and see how it feels for you. 

The Song

Tree Life

Click on the picture for a fuller viewin.

Look out for the foot prints of the night forest,

The Insect of Spirits with its many eye and ghostly trail,

Creatures faces, and the Haka in the Hollows,

The Leaf Dragon and it's heady spew.

Grass melting



The 4 Things Within

These were found from a free shading of a page.

Shapes that faintly emerged were then highlighted, named and their story revealed.

Click on the picture if you want to see deeper.

From the left:

The Little Thing -

He or she was actually found at a subatomic level clinging to an Elementary particle.  
 The jagged jaw does give an aggressive appearance, but one cannot judge from this alone. 

The clinging itself has others believing in a milder temperament, citing that something with that type of bite would be expected to be gnawing away on what it was clinging to, and not propping it's head up on it, which was the case here.

Surfboard banana peep -      

The guess here is a mix up of alien data collection, stemming from the similar shapes of the banana and the surfboard.   

The alien is doing the peeping.   

A correlation between the skins, that peel away of the banana, the peeling of the wetsuit from a human surfer, and thus the assumed form, and use, of the 'peelee' for the surfboard, is offered here. 

The Whisperer under a slice -

The Whisperer moves under that which is part food, and part bedding to begin with.  Here The Whisperer freely pops out to glimpse rather than speak. 

4 hours later, a Llama -   

 This one if I remember correctly came about because 4 hours after finding the others, I discovered this llama.


The things were found within the desert and streaks of soil base, and were helped with a little cutting and stitching together.

Under the opening flap is what seems to be a wrapped in black from the neck down, red being, with a 3 clawed kite that runs on churning water  at its centre. (or maybe the water is balled and churning for another reason).  And if you look to the top right of the photo, the red being has begun to take shape and infringe upon the whole operation ( notice the red face and shadowy bottom bits).

Also note the little fleshy hoof at the top of the painting, holding on.