Passed cystoscopy number 10 yesterday. Maybe it was because I’m on a week’s holidays, but I was pretty blasé about this one. No drawing even! On the bus to the hospital there were a group of Down Syndrome teens on an outing. It was a sunny day and they were having an infectiously fun time. […]
A reminder to myself from today, vowing to let other people do crap work and not stick my nose in. A play on cutting it off instead, I originally imagined it as a leaping action pose wildly slashing with a sword to narrowly slice, leaving a skull-like nose stump. As you do. Maybe Japanese flavoured […]
Yes, it’s a little ambiguous. On the job front the renewal is working out, positive if a little tedious at times, but the meat platform supporting my life isn’t performing as well as hoped. The antihistamines have cut the hayfever lethargy, and peace has been declared now a four year old has laid her constipated […]
Just because I had so much fun making my fake logo and masthead, I wanted to mock up a cover! Probably needs the title to be chiselled into a block of cracked stone… The plan is to draw all new artwork, a gloriously pointless and self absorbed project.
Been banging my head against tiredness and lack of motivation. The antidote to this being too serious and whiny was to draw it while watching Eurovision!
Suck it up – part two. I often also look back with amazement on the careless extravagance and freedom of youth. Sometimes it’s my own youth that sparks it, other times it’s seeing someone else’s. Like teenagers out getting snacks for a movie night, while someone else is home cooking dinner. Plugging away on those […]
Most of my work is about myself. I’ve been using some of these symbols for so long they’ve been progressively boiled down to a few details, whilst becoming increasingly complex in meaning. For the two or three people who’ve come along for the ride, they might make (some!) sense, but for everyone else they can […]
Funnily enough, after the last two posts, one refuting them. Sort of. It started back in my angsty early twenties with some drawings to show the “drudgery” of life, a slump backed figure trudging on a treadmill, or along a featureless maze of flat paths. Pointless. Repetitive. Like life was so hard as a twenty-something […]
As a drawing about not being able to get things done, it was an exercise in persevering through tiredness and a cramped hand. I keep promising more feminine nudity but end up like a flasher opening my raincoat…