Tomorrow i need a nice relaxing day.

just to take stock and get my head around stuff. ACTUALLY what i am going to do is make a little dust piggies promo. I can't decide whether or not to make it a live action video or do an animation. it''ll probably be live action because i fancy doing some thing kind of stupid, but then the animated little paper one could be funny, but time consuming. ANYWAY. that is tomorrow.

Surreal no sleep pottery

I moved half a ton of clay on my own, sweated, had a mild hallucination. Pots are glazed and in the kiln. Great day.

And purple rain.

Different guy but opens the possibility for my song. Maybe. Can't play any instruments and can't sing.

Purple towel would be a great name for a song

Unfortunately some guy already made a song called purple haze. So I've missed a trick.

Flagging. Sweaty.

So it's time to put on some journey and kick the morning into gear 700. I do have a pretty good headache though. Any way you want it, that's the way you need it (guitar solo).

Dictated but not read.

Alert the media

Jess just popped down to say hi. At 6:45am. I am so tweaked it is unreal. Today should be fun. Looks like a beautiful day that I'll probably fall asleep during.

Animotion and 2nd flask of coffee

And. I. Am. PUMPED. I bet this is what guys who go to gym feel like. Except without spandex pants.

6 am

TECHNO AND COFFEE. And mild depersonalisation. Ha.

Yup. Cure worst choice yet tonight.

Yeah cheers Robert smith you tubby misery guts.

Glass is always empty yeah?

Pornography? Really?

At what point was listening to the cure at 5.24 when you arent going through a break up or a goth a good plan? Really? Cammmman.

Argh.

Goddam it. Where is mornings soothing blue light creeping in the windows? I've made HUGE progress, but I could do with an alternative light source. I just went for a walk outside and the moon is not happening. Halogen makes you a bit crazy after a while.


Hurry up lively, beautiful day time.

Woah Kate.

Oh god Kate bush is all about atomic war.

Coffee out.

Pavement has moved to Kate bush. Coffee, cigarettes.

The crawl

So they crawl on. Coffee yet to factor. Avoid the strength crash. It's 4 cups/3 min. In a real cup. Overcome with melancholy. I miss my old friend. Always present when painting. Filtering through the daily garbage and straight in at the core. He's always at the forefront. These late night excursions make the sadness so deep and palpable.

Coffee move.

The mice gave me a few cold brewskis because it's been a mid/shitty day and we decided to celebrate while the humans were sleeping in a very chilled and mellow way. But made a flask if coffee with the cats and now having a cigarette break with the rats. Hopefully the lizards don't turn up or we're in a heap of trouble.

Drying times are not fast enough.

Breaking to allow for increased drying. Isn't it weird how slang develops? No? Well it kind of is actually. Or used to be when we were more isolated.

A day like this means

All nighter. Woo hoo. New weapons.

Here

So got loads to do today. Getting new paintings framed. Which will be interesting to see how that works out. Other stuff to. Need to get into the beef of the new painting. Want to try a different style of composition. Which should be interesting. Or not. I guess that's the point.

Interesting Pop is disappointing

Because it's 1 rarely good album (blow up ego) and then 1 shit album. Obscurity.

So give up your pop music dreams. Now. (learn an instrument that isn't a synth).

However i'm sure these guys will endure. (first pop photo on google)

People, objects, animals.

This post maybe be boring, so go check you haven't left the oven on.

It's difficult to paint all the above listed. I have been painting water colours in the bath recently. I often find because I use acrylic, that water colour is a difficult medium to use because you don't get a similar chance to repair mistakes. Animals are incredibly hard to paint. I spent a while in the bath earlier trying to paint a rabbit I had as a child. And it was heart breaking and difficult. Once I got to the core of the problem, I had to try and tackle it, but the painting was difficult and it ended up a total mess. Not a painting but a working out it never resolved until it was ruined. Which was interesting. I can't seem to work out non symbolic therapeutic painting. There is too much child emotion involved. To much heart ache involved. So I did some sillier ones to lighten it and go from a different angle. But I've not worked anything out and my heart still aches. Objects are the same, people are just impossible. I'm tired and down and going to sleep.

5 new cubes in the biscuit.

And started back painting a new painting. Walked on my own in the countryside. So many ideas. Just sat there. Ripe. Itchy. Fragile. Fantastic.

Transforming into chicken man

A chicken gaining human consciousness and realising he want to kill himself as an object.

Chicken man

This is about a chicken with human consciousness before he has the chance to come to terms with himself. Obviously I've got the song chicken man in my head.

Shedding skin at dawn

This is about a rabbit who has to wait until Dawn to go outside but has to wear a bird mask so he doesn't get pecked.

Rabbit goat

A goat who can change his form when he wants feels left out at the petting zoo and tries to turn into a rabbit.

Twins at petting zoo

About conjoined twins at a petting zoo with a rabbit. Inspired by the chicken man song.

as you do.

it's kind of weird to blog everyday when you get into a foul mood. especially when you've planned to be more documentative (?) of your work progress. Well i've finished my 4 paintings before deadline, which feels like a failure because normally i would have done alot more than that by the deadline, but things change. the tides and moon wax and wane. sometimes sausages grow wings. sometimes. anyway i digress. i made and painted the cubes also. i've spent a lot of time 'not doing anything productive' this year. there are a lot of reasons, but i have no interest in sharing them, but that is the end result. I feel pretty low today at the end of a heavy painting time period but i want to keep momentum on it. so i'm going to do more watercolours in between times and maintain a constant acrylic painting cycle. even if it slows. god i am boring.

Bath water colour

I did water colours in the bath. I enjoyed that. The world we live in is depressing, materialistic and shallow. Tv.

Varnished four paintings.

And had some soup. Planning and drawing today. Might do some water colours a bit later.

5 reasons why i like the dust piggies

and normally i don't like stuff i do.

Once again a video of something special that i didn't do.

This is an animation by Naomi Silver-Vezina. The music is by Evelyn Evelyn.

It's Brilliant. (the video won't fit the stupid blog screen so double click on it and watch it on youtube so that you can see it properly because it is 100% worth taking the time to do so.)

Remember this?

This was fun wasn't it? You can still do a look on this, it was nice to look through and remember how much fun it was running away from the chubby guy who didn't want me doing one near the park.

my thoughts on face book and the people who use it. while being very careful not to use the word cretin.

Well while it might seem a bit of a aggressive starting point for a blog post, I thought I'd get my main point across straight away. As my friend Chris pointed out, my hate of Facebook is like a smoker who used to smoke and then moans about it to people who do. Fair point, however while I used to like Facebook for communicating with people and putting ideas together, sharing jokes... What I don't like is their theft of information, storage of it, manipulation. I also don't like the effect it has on people, the ease it gives to people who would be stalkers and can easily be. The product links that you don't actually have to endorse without other people being told you do. The joy of every word you make in a dumb late night conversation with your dumb friends being Discoverable under your name on google. And there are more reasons.

It's lazy communication. It promotes bad use of languages, makes communication insignificant and pointless. Makes YOUR bullshit opinion a matter of record for everyone to see. It's like when you don't like Harry potter, people accuse you of thinking you're a pseudo intellectual who thinks they are better than them. I guess like not voting for the nazi's in the 1930's (too far?). Let's idiots tell you what their stupid kids are doing, let's robots offer you computer sex (how would that work in a literal situation? Answers on a postcard to anywhere but me). Makes lonely people feel more lonely, facilitates the 'liking' of someone's comment, the ultimate action in fuck-lazy conversation where you don't even RESPOND you just click a thumbs up. The ability to bear witness to the depressing break down of relationships and friendships and in the uk a number of people have been stabbed etc for 'dissing' someone on Facebook. Obviously this brings me to my point, that anyone who would murder someone for a rude comment on a social networking site has got to be mentally unwell or intensely fucking stupid. Obviously if Facebook wasn't used it wouldn't be what it is. It is the apparatus. But it's one that appeals on a mixture of Social pressure to join or miss out on technological advance, because if you don't use it you are some kind of anti social dinosaur (not like people who add you as a friend but wouldn't recognise you in the street) and the idea that by somehow not using it you are some kind of humbug Christmas carrol figure who throws cold potatoes at scurvy ridden children when you can't find any coal. Yeah it is a tool. But so is a hammer and lots of people manage to misuse them too.

Oh and join the dust piggies facebook group or otherwise no one will like you.

Soup. More interesting than the stupid fucking internet.

This is the painting I've been working on for the last the four weeks

It's called "the lockness monster at night". It's from my lockness uncovered series.

Ok.

I'm eating this. Make your own narrative as to my state of mind.

Undercoating number 5

And worrying about the possibility that I'm using a male centric colour composition. Because I took lots of information about colour composition from kandinsky's colour and spirituality of whatever that book was called. Anyway. Point is. That says about MEN being attracted to red because of fire and genitals. But does the same apply to women. Apparently the blue of sky is like the heavenly blue sky and green isn't interesting because we're surrounded by it. All this is conjecture because I read the book ages ago. But my point is that I wouldn't want to be painting male centric paintings. I guess it's whether or not the "research" I've done is about 'men' as in mankind or just men. Well I'm bored already.

hacks.

ah. hacks are great.

I need a photo of myself on my website, in my sunday best, wistfully sat at a finished painting with a dry brush as if 'oh camera, you've caught me finishing my latest masterpiece'. I actually don't know why people need photos of themselves on their websites or promotional material. I guess it's all about selling yourself as a brand or something. actually doing loads of work is too much to ask really. what you really need to do is figure a way of doing something really quickly, sell the fuck out of it and then pose for some cheesy pics before anyone realises they've been hoodwinked and bought something that would have been £30 in ikea.

god i am tired and fed up. no picture for you either. so this is just a reader.

Rescued by my lovely girlfriend.

Who says all the right things. Now I just need to never see a painting ever again and I should be fine.

Well.

I've finished the painting. I can't seem to leave the studio. I feel like I'm on top of a building. I have drawn an illustration.