art philosophy, Martine                                                                    In an age of advanced reliance upon technology, the concept of the virtual, and emphasised materialism, artists have the chance to offer opportunities for contemplation or relaxation. We can help to maintain links with Nature. We can create awareness of humanity. We may use computers to promote our projects, for true art is not for a clique. True art is for everybody to share.

Such is what I believe. Beyond my little studio is the far greater one - remember the likes of me when you wish to dump some rubbish or cut down a tree!

Thank you for your visit.                                                

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"It's a Tutor's Life"  Extracts.  Copyright Norman Martine 1996

1/.Outside examination room..."Joe Bloggs pipes up and says, 'You revised thingy-whatsits?' Of course, you haven't. You've done do-dars and those-thems, but you've not checked up on thingy-whatsits. You panic and grab your notes for a quick scan, but the doors open - and why have they suddenly grown to cathedral proportions? When you go in and glance at the old paper, thingy-whatsits are nowhere to be found. You now go blank. What was that about do-dars?! You should never listen to Joe Bloggs when he starts behaving like he did today. He was probably only trying to wind you up."

2/."It was my first visit to a particular Essex bungalow, one full of space and light; furnishings including cut glass chandeliers, mirrors, Chinese rugs. Talk was full of introduction, encouragement, reassurance. Coffee flowed and before long Nature signalled to me in the inevitable way.

  I excused myself and was directed to the bathroom. Things looked clean. Unlike a few locations, a towel looked available for use. Young male voices could be heard with some activity going on in the back yard. At conclusion of main closet business, I arose to the clear call of 'wolf whistling'. My temperature climbed at speed as I struggled to secure my jeans. Panic set in at the sound of the refrain being repeated: window was wide open.

  Once securely attired, I dared to take a cautious look out of the window.There, out in the yard was an extremely large bell-shaped cage in which sat one African grey parrot who was whistling contentedly in the sunshine.."                                                                        

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Sections in the book:'Down to Earth','Tutor Calling!','Branching Out!', 'On the Air', 'Selected Examples', 'Archives','Got the Idea?', 'Answers to Sample Exercises', 'Resources'.                                                                                                                                                               

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