Author Archive for Michael Matthews

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Nov
19

Sketches – Washington2NewYork

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Michael Matthews – collage on paper (A4)

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Nov
19

Photograph – New York

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Nov
19

Photograph – New York

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Nov
19

Art Book

ANIMAL RIGHTS - 1992 colage paint on paper8

Michael Matthews: Animal Rites – spread 7, collage and acrylic on paper (2xA4).

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Nov
19

Photograph – New York

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Nov
19

Photograph – New York

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12
Nov
19

A SHORT STORY

Poles Apart

by michael matthews

SKULL DRAWING

The sun is beating down relentlessly. Stuart, my close friend and I are searching the rubbish dump. I managed to persuade Stuart to help me find discarded music CD’s for my latest invention. Stuart digs one out of some brown smelly putty liquid; wipes it on his pants. “Hey, this is ‘Electric Light Orchestra’… a great band.  He carefully adds it to our collection. Stuart’s always enthusiastic, even though he doesn’t always fully comprehend our goals. “Here’s ‘Wired’ by Jeff Beck”. He plays some air guitar wildly up the garbage, climaxing at the top looking like a rock star of the dump site. “I bet you need this one, it’s pure electric guitar,” he breathlessly pants out, “if I could find you some real Jimi Hendrix it would be great.” I realise he has no idea why we need these CD’s. “Problem is it’s mainly stoner’s who listen to that stuff and they struggle to find their audio system never mind their CD collection.” He narrowly interjects. “Haven’t you noticed, at a stoner’s place, there’s always the same CD playing – Bob Marley.” Actually, this is true of Stuart himself. “Makes me really angry I just want to rip it out and place it on the fridge. I bet they would never find it there.” Stuart is in full swing, to me he’s just described himself – he’s always been a stoner. He started smoking dope at the age of fifteen. “Then one day I walk in, and these stoner’s will be all paranoid because there’s no music and they would believe some alien has abducted the Bob Marley CD, and out of the blue I say: ‘It’s not inside its on top!’ Ha! Ha! Ha! That would blow their minds away. Make them totally paranoid. Ha! Ha! Ha!” Stuart’s having a great time fueling his dugga fueled world with daydreams.

I’ve been working on a dynamic theory of energy for some time. The theory is based on the idea that all matter comes from a primary substance; that this primary substance is a gas. This gas exists everywhere in the universe containing electromagnetic and electrostatic waves, gravitational and magnetic forces. This substance acts as insulation for these waves and forces. The earth’s atmosphere has oxygen that can be polarised and removed as it tends to interfere with the process of conduction.

Stuart’s standing around now for some time looking at the trajectory of the refuge slope. “We shouldn’t be digging around in this crap”. I know he was going to conclude with one of his bad ideas. “We should be at the beach catching some sweet waves. Now, there’s something.” He continues like a train changing tracks. “Why don’t you harness the power of the waves. At least it’s something you can see, feel and ride.” He stupidly concludes. “You can call it surfer’s power”, as he steams ahead at full speed, “while you harnessing the power with one of your inventions we can surf the swells and kiss the walls from deep within the barrels. What do you think? We will be at one with nature!” He selfishly and irrationally exclaims. He gives me a meaningful look as if I am in cahoots with him. Then, the train changes tracks again. “Thinking about that, why don’t you stop thinking about free energy”, waving his hands in the air like ants antenna, “and invent a new surfboard.” The train is now going downhill at full speed again. “I been thinking, three skegs on a rounder shorter board would give more maneuverability. Not for big surf, but for the usual daily surf. Then, I figure, by adding wings, or rockets, with hollowed out jets the board will hydroplane creating less drag because the jets will lift the board out of the water creating less surface drag. Giving more speed as well. I’ve calculated with this simple system there will only be nine squared centimetres of surfboard area touching the water at top speed”. I doubt Stuart’s mathematics as he is not a good scholar. “Imagine what’s possible – maybe 360 degree spins.” Stuart’s dreaming again so I try and get him back on track, collecting discarded music CDs.

At this part of the dump, the trash is piled up high forming a concave wall about thirty metres long as it tapers off. Stuart immediately identifies it as a wave and begins dangerously to bluff he is surfing it. He’s in his own world again. Dreaming of the perfect barrel; this is when the wave forms a barrel shape as it breaks over the surfer. It’s like being embraced by nature that is frightening and awe inspiring at the same time. The main component of my dynamic theory is gravity, gravity in conjunction with solar energy. The trick is to get these elements to react with natural electromagnetic forces. When this happens I deduce the result will be unlimited energy. I discovered this theory by accident. While working in the lab I hit upon the hypothesis all material has electrical content because all material is in dynamic motion. My aim is to remove space between objects and bring time to a frozen moment, thus distance will be simultaneously connected at any point.

Stuart finishes air surfing and picks up a CD, inspects it closely and frowns at the scratches on it. “I remember when these things,” he’s referring to the CD, “made war on vinyl and won. There was an advert on TV where the stoner-actor had all his CD’s strewn all over the floor as usual. The actor walks all over them and picks up one and pops it into the CD player and presses play. The scratched CD plays perfectly; a practical demonstration on the superior quality of CD’s.” Stuart’s mouth forms an ugly upside down frown. “What a lie! Here in my hand is the proof of that lie!” He spits out his disgust onto the ground. “I wish I could find that stoner-actor and hide his CD’s on his fridge. Vinyl is still the real thing. I haven’t seen any vinyl lying around out here. Vinyl lasts forever.” He concludes in triumph. Changing track he skips to another absurd idea. “Wouldn’t it be great to get thousands of songs on a device the size of … of … your finger that can play music with no moving parts?” Stuart has the habit of coming up with stupid ideas when we are supposed to be working on something serious.

Stuart disappears behind an old car shell. I assume he’s gone to urinate, sure enough I hear the tinkle of urine on a tin surface. Sweat is running down my face in a constant stream of salt; intending to cool my overheated flesh but I feel as if it is dehydrating me. I wish I had brought some water I’m dying of thirst and as usual Stuart is making a bad situation worse. As I collect more CD’s I reflect on the problem of air in my calculation. Air is a problem so I have constructed a series of vacuum tubes and using copper coils I bombard the tubes with a supersonic frequency. The result is I produce a series of microwaves. When the tubes reach a certain charge, which reacts against the earth’s gravitational charge, I am able to levitate small objects. I can make things fly without airbags, wings, propellers and jets. I now realise the potential of the power I am harnessing. On a larger scale, I will be able to move huge blocks of granite, weighing tons as if they were as light as a feather. Unfortunately, I still am unable to make space disappear. Up to this point I have based many of my principles of electromagnetic momentum on Maxwell-Heaviside’s equations.

Standing in the boiling sun, I instinctively know I can utilise the surface waves of objects; if I can create field forces of an autonomous nature, it will work. To further the goal, I need some way of harnessing force and matter on a large scale. This motion through space is what creates time. I need to make time simultaneous in order to connect all people through filling all space with electromagnetic fields. I realise this could create rotating fields of energy. I need to harness electromagnetic energy. I know the earth is a negatively charged object that is rotating around the sun at great speed that is powered by gravity and the positively charged sun’s rays. The sun acts as a generator for our solar system and every so often the sun emanates powerful solar flares creating high electrical voltages on earth. The sun’s rays emit radiation, the particles the rays hit in space give off a secondary radiation of energy. This combined energy gives the planets momentum; hence, the planets in our solar system revolve around the sun. The earth’s speed often rigidifies the primary substance contained in the earth’s electric field – the earth acts as a giant battery. If I could tap into this endless source of power I can remove space. Thinking of space, where is Stuart? He’s been gone a long time. I search around behind the old car shell and smell a new pungent pong. Lying in the back seat is Stuart sleeping he seems to have run out of steam. I shake him awake and he slowly chugs into wakefulness. I realise I could create unlimited energy by tapping into the kinetic forces of nature.

“So, what we doing here then?” Stuart asks. I convinced Stuart to come with me to the dump site. We are sorting through acres of garbage looking for discarded CD’s. CD’s have a silver mirror-like reflective surface protected by a plastic or silicon layer. Just the kind of material I need to make my receiver. The problem is I need one thousand of them to made a dish to the scale I need for the power I want.

“We’re still looking for discarded CD’s you moron.” I rudely reply as my patience with Stuart is burning short. Everyone is throwing away their scratched CD’s. For my purposes they are just perfect. My receiver will be able to convert cosmic rays to energy putting me in a good position to remove space or time.

“Don’t tell me I’m out here at the dump still working on your free power project.” Stuart mumbles as he suddenly seems to realise where he is.

“Well if I can get this to work it will remove the spaces between us – freezing time” I correct him knowing Stuart has no clue about my work. Our friendship is based on a mutual misunderstanding that surfing is our lives. Stuart hates the idea that I see myself as an inventor.

“Ja, it will be brilliant! Surfing that frozen perfect wave will be great. I’m stoked already.” Stuart starts to build up his enthusiasm again. “So, how are you planning to do it? Play all this scratched music through a mega sound system.” Stuart is now fishing in the dark, but, he has a point. I do need to use some supersonic sound waves to activate my capacitors. I have even been thinking of whale sounds or elephant trumpeting; both of which carry subsonic waves for thousands of kilometres. In truth I need a much higher frequency to energise matter to emanate the electromagnetic forces in matter. Stuart doesn’t seem to understand I am attempting to remove space and not stop time. That will be a by product and if I do I will have to freeze all motion in the universe. That will require an infinite amount of energy. I believe I have a theoretical way of removing space between two points. If point ‘A’ was a pole and point ‘B’ a pole I believe I can connect them through using electromagnetic forces. The amount of time lost would be so small it wouldn’t be quantifiable. It’s no use explaining this to Stuart; I just want him to collect the dam CD’s.

“Here’s an old Elvis CD, will he work?” Stuart asks as he throws the CD away. He’s still looking for CD’s that play the music he likes. I give up on him and just carry on relentless. Each CD is twelve centimetres in length and breadth. If I collect the target one thousand CD’s the overall surface area will be 30,25 centimetres squared; each side of the back plate being 5.5 metres long. Fortunately, Stuart and I have already constructed the metal back plate and the CD’s can just be adhered to both sides with epoxy glue; each side using five hundred CD’s. The plate is welded to a fifteen metre length of pole to act as the antenna. A solid metal box is welded to the base and this will be buried into the ground; harnessing the earth’s energy. At table height I have connected a contraption to function like a traditional capacitor. It allows for electro discharge at regular intervals. I know you are thinking this is a solar panel but you are wrong as it does not need sunlight and I have calculated that it will even work at night.

“So, tell me again how your invention is going to work?” Stuart lazily asks as he picks up a CD by The Clash: ‘London Calling’, adding it to our growing collection.

“Well it’s quiet scientific and I still am waiting for the patent.” With mistrust I reply. “I will explain it to you in general terms.” Stuart hesitates then sees another discarded CD, picks it up, checks the music genre and adds it to the pile. “I’m making a device to capture cosmic rays using the earth’s reservoir of negative energy or electricity. I’m basing my work on the scientist Crooke invented the first device that used radiant energy to made motion in an inanimate object. The problem with Crooke’s invention is it’s lack the capacity to move large objects and I believe I have solved this problem.” Stuart gaps idiotically at me. “It’s free power, energy. Imagine long distance space travel with the fuel coming from space itself.” I realise I’m over embroiling my point.

“Sounds like a crook to me.” Stuart stupidly interjects. “How can you trust someone with a name like that to base your research on?” He bends down and picks up a CD that he kicks loose with the tip of his boot. On the cover, I can just make out the title: ‘Poles Apart’. Stuart thinks for a bit and then throws it carelessly away.