5am and listening to the rooks

They are amazing. I don't mind being woken up by them :)

There we go.

There's one more to post but I haven't taken a photo yet.

Yes I have got stomach ache (2011)

Little birds fly into my body (2011)

My parents in the garden (2011)

Everyone's a critic (again)

Dinner one day. Hux sat on my work. Stained glass. Been painting since back in Devon. Haven't got around to posting anything that has been finished.









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Had a lily green yellow and White journey

Which wasn't great. But came home and started painting. Which was great. It was so wonderful that i was moved to tears.

It's super mega DP day over on Dust piggies.com

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1.40am Macdonalds.

I love this city. Went in pyjamas. I've had a very relaxing day. Which has been nice.






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Back in Brighton

Had a lovely day with my beautiful girlfriend, pet and lauren. Ate so much that I could probably sleep for about a month.





















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Ladybirds.

Today I released lady birds onto rose bushes. It was so beautiful. It was the nicest thing I've done in a long time.

Trip to Cornwall

Had a lovely day in sunny Cornwall.
















What I had for tea when I got home.

i'm retiring to pursue a career in totalitarian leadership.

After grisling out 10 big paintings in just over a month of solid work, i'm actually exhausted. my brain hasn't been informed but my body is mutinying. i'm still trying to complete the ct manuscript to be published and also working on the next one which is tentatively called "peter the goat". I just can't really get into it. i'm also trying to do dust piggies but progress is slow because i hate doing the colouring and it's difficult to find people to write forewords, and frankly i need to see progress to feel like something is worth doing. and i don't want to write them myself.

so i'm going to go on holiday a bit. i.e. i'll still constantly do stuff, but just lower my expectations. ha. yeah...

Oh do you remember when I painted hundreds of bird paintings?

Yeah well I've been cataloguing the remaining ones and there are fucking loads. And it's taking ages. And funny enough it turns out I don't really like cataloguing.




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Peter climbs a tree

And the nightmare begins. The boy has in inconvenience of being partially goat. And the monsters from the carpet want to eat him. Down behind. This is of course just digression.

I did this painting. It's the start of an new wave. A wave of productivity hopefully.

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Oh brain.

And now the 10 pieces are finished i can't sleep again. Seriously brain are you kidding?



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I'll probably break for a sleep.

A can now breathe a big sigh of relief as the last of the 10 paintings I'd planned to do for this latest series is complete and i'm excited about some freedom. I lock myself into goals and it very helpful to a degree but I can't mix different types of painting and I've had an urge for something more violently spontaneous for a while. Now I have some space to explore some other themes and can be a bit less precious and precise with the outcome, which will be like fresh air.

I also feel like I haven't done anything like a decent amount of work this year. But it's been rough. And you can't just put things away and carry on painting. Anyway.

Thoughts for today. Can't think of a better title.

I despair at 'humanity' that celebrates the death of any individual. This blog is intended to be about 'art' and incorporates my life etc, but I try to keep it apolitical. But I have to say that I am truly saddened by the reaction to the murder of Osama bin laden and the others who lived in his house. I just don't understand that mindset.

I am drawing a blank with painting today. I feel that this global climate of tit for tat murder and hate is a never-ending spiral. The short sightedness of the human race leaves me dispirited and cold. Hopefully isolation from news media and people's opinions on the subject will provide some relief and I will feel more able to paint again. But hey, I'm just a pinko lefty bleeding heart hippy liberal. What do I know.

the number 10

painting is coming along. number 10 is proving someone what troublesome. or maybe it's my mood. i maybe at the end of this particular cycle or something, but i actually think it's because i had to change calligraphy nibs half way through which pulls my continuity out of line, which i am not particularly keen on. or maybe i'm just tired. i find that i need reanimation after a long period of constant work. my colour balancing seems off kilter somehow, but i know it's the ink work that needs doing and then it'll make sense hopefully. maybe i'm being a bit neurotic about painting this particular one because of external stimuli. there is an incongruence in the music that i've listened to. t.A.T.u and Wu Tang clan aren't particularly a positive colour stimulant for painting the way i do. but the beats help with the ink work. I'm a bit fed up with listening to the same music, but i don't want to listen to anything dreary. i've been through steely, family, a bit of journey and nightranger, a host of electric 80's i.e Human League etc. But the lack of guitar is getting to me. Neutral Milk Hotel and Adam Green are off the cards painting wise at the moment for various reasons, ditto Hendrix, Miles Davis and everything else. I need something lively, unassuming and unpretentious. not looking for suggestions.

Trip to Cornwall

Had a good day, Got some chips. Took my work to a couple of galleries. Got my work framed, it looked really nice framed. Need to carry on painting. But now? Sleep time.



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