Dire Re:

Nude Illustrations

2011-07-11T10:32:00.001-07:00

All images are copyright protected. Copyright © Dean R Harkness 1980 - 2011. Please respect the copyright and ask for permission to use.

Male Torso

Copy of Frank Frazzetta's Cat Girl

copy of a Gwen John painting:

Melita Morgan

Copy of a study by Walter Mulready

Imagined Seated Nude

Self Portrait

Female Torso

Sue

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Think you can't draw; You can!

2011-07-05T03:56:00.001-07:00

So you want to draw but think you can't...

I have often heard people comment that they wished they could draw, or paint, or whatever, and then follow that up with the statement that they know they can’t. Well guess what? Neither can I. I have no innate ability or skill for drawing, but what I do have is the desire to draw and the ability to not let the fact that I’m not particularly gifted get in the way. You may have to accept that you’ll never be as good as Turner, Leonardo, or Picasso but so what – the pleasure you will get from creating something that did not exist until you started it is immeasurable.

The trick is to do it for pleasure and not what you hope the end result will be. Try not to have a too distinctly defined idea of what it is you’re aiming for. It’s the process that’s fun, not the looking at the picture once it’s finished. Though that’s not to imply that you wont get great pleasure from seeing what you’ve created.

At best I have a slightly above average hand / eye coordination but that is not essential either. If you can feed yourself with a spoon you can draw. And the simple truth is that the more you draw the better you will get, and it is always surprising the speed at which we improve in anything we do so long as we make a commitment to it no matter how small that commitment. Ten minutes practice every day is infinitely more beneficial than an hour’s practice once a week! And no matter how little skill you start off with (including no skill at all) if you stick at it you will end up producing work that you are both pleased with and happy to show to others. You may even end up selling some of you work because those people that have never made the commitment to learning this particular skill will often admire what you produce, even though you’ll be aware of all it’s flaws.

Tip one is to not try and be different, or unique, or special. You are all those things and you couldn’t not be those things even if you tried. The less you try to be original the more original you will be. Try not to be precious about your work, especially your first attempts – accept that you’re probably not going to be happy with them and move on; You’ll soon find yourself getting engrossed in the process when you least expect it.

After that it’s all up to you and how much time you want to give it. There is no substitute for putting in the hours. Practice makes perfect as they say, and it really does too, as in all things. Practice is more rewarding than any amount of innate talent.

Tip two is more of a rule than a tip, and that is: Don’t spend ages trying to thing of what to draw; If it is not immediately apparent what it is you want to draw just draw. Draw the first thing that comes into your head, or the first thing you see in front of you, or even just let you hand move across the surface and see what it leads to – it will almost certainly lead to something if you just relax and don’t worry or panic. And don’t ever stare at a blank page wondering what to fill it with – that could go on for hours! Making a few random marks of a tried and trusted method of getting yourself started.

Good luck and most of all… Enjoy!

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Nitrospective

2011-07-04T04:49:00.001-07:00

This is an early draft illustration for the cover of Nitrospective, a collection of short stories by Andrew Hook, one of the UK's best slip-stream writer. The illustration has now developed into an acrylic painting and has been cropped and simplified somewhat. The idea behind the image is that one eye is always looking out, while the other is always looking in. Layout and choosing font for title will be the next part to crack on with.

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Hand Man

2011-07-02T09:37:00.001-07:00

Handy Man. Sculpted terracotta clay. Just for fun : )

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Arc

2011-07-02T09:30:00.001-07:00

I made a little arc. It was one of several objects I made to be included as part of a bigger design for a book cover. Made it from the cardboard from a cereal packet, then painted it with acrylic paint.

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Happy Bi-day!

2011-06-25T10:06:00.003-07:00

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Happy Bi-day!

2011-06-25T10:06:00.001-07:00

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Happy Bi Day!

2011-06-25T08:03:00.001-07:00

The boarder goes fanny, bum, fanny, cock, fanny, tits, fanny.....

well you can never have too much fanny.

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A film Of You

2011-06-12T02:42:00.000-07:00

I knew there may still be a shot of you
on the roll of film that somehow remained;
I'd burnt all photos, one used film got through
all the rage and had our love badly framed.

I put the film inside the envelope
along with hope, regret, my details, cheque
and curiosity on how I'll cope
with seeing proof of what I can not forget.

I got a film for free in return
for moving on enough to want to see
what I'd lost and what there was to learn
from pictures of you taken by me.

There once were more so carefully arranged;
I'd burn again if I could. Nothing's changed.

© Dean Harkness

One of these days I might actually write something new.

Trolls

2011-06-09T09:08:00.000-07:00

You meet them in every walk of life. You may marry one, have kids together, buy a house, go on holiday. It won't matter that deep down they are bigoted in every single concievable way known to human kind because every now and then, after an extended period of being mean, spiteful, small minded and petty, obnoxious, bullying and cruel they will have a quiet moment with a single person and say they are sorry. They will look all sheepish when they do it - this is a technique they learnt around the age of four and they've stuck with it. For some reason the people around them don't instantly burst into laughter at this behaviour. They allow people to treat them as though they are Medically Stupid (Medically Stupid is when you are so stupid that it is of interest to doctors). Why else would you pretend that it is normal for anyone above the age of 4 to act like 4?

This concensus of denial is the single most debilitating aspect of human evolution. It is the absolute final proof that stupid and evil people have always known that which they pretended not to know. Just like the rest of us.

Still, at least they don't do any real harm.

"I write books. I write them in crayon. But I haven't had one published yet, so I better warn you... I'm in a mean mood! Now, are you going to let us take you into custody and rough you up a bit, though not too much, cos we're kind, caring, sensitive sort of guys who just want to get along with everybody, or shall we blast you some more?"

"Which would you rather?"

Kboom! Zing! Zip! Kbang!

-- Resistance is useless! --

Douglas Adams - The Hitch-Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy

Love, friendship and life

2010-04-09T00:20:00.000-07:00

Monday 4th April 2010

Ok, so for the past couple of years, or more, I’ve been seeing a lot of a girl called Estelle, who is just a year or two younger than me. I know her from way back when she used to date a guy I knew on the biker scene and she knows many of the same people as me. I never got to know her well before and have only seen her passingly every now and then over the years.

When we first started hanging out together a couple of years ago there was an obvious attraction on both sides and she was far more ready to take it further than I was early on. I was worried that it was only happening because of the fact that we lived close to each other and I wanted to be more certain, so resisted.

She waited fairly patiently for about two years, always giving the impression she would still be interested, and over those two years I have fallen in love with Estelle, and even though there were other factors to my resistance, I had resolved them as much as they were ever going to be while we still remained two single friends.
Because the whole moving and settling in to a new place has been somewhat of a shock to me things have changed in other ways too, and certain things have resolved themselves. One of which was that I am now sure that I want to be with Estelle – enough time has been wasted already! It clearly wasn’t anything to do with the fact that it would be a convenient relationship. I am now in the country and want her more than ever.

She phoned last Saturday and invited me to tea that evening. I was looking forward to it and, as much as it’s presumptuous, I was hoping not to have to go home that night. I was gonna lay my cards on the table so to speak, declare my love and start a whole new phase of life, involving all the things we’ve talked about doing over the past two years.

Was I in for a shock!

Turns out another of her friends would be joining us. She’d vaguely mentioned him a couple of times over the past couple of weeks, and she had said so little that I didn’t think anymore of it. Half way through the meal he lets it be known, using some lame story as an excuse, that he is Estelle’s new boyfriend and has been for a little while.

My heart broke.

The next few days were the usual beating myself up and not being able to stop thinking about her with this other man. It was grim. Still is, but it’s not quite so bad as those first few days. It’s been over a week now and I still can’t think about much else and what an incredible twat I’ve been. Thinking in circles, as-you-do. But it’s getting better if for no other reason than that I’ve learnt that you have to believe it’s getting better so that it does, even if it’s not.

I’m writing this because my brother was over earlier and telling him and his wife the story I couldn’t help seeing the funny side: You make someone wait two years and then on the very day that you’re going to declare your love they introduce their new boyfriend!
Classic!

To ensure that misery would reign I sent her a message that said, ‘I don’t want to talk to you anymore. Don’t get in touch in any way.’ Childish, I know, which makes me concerned that the moral (stop being a cunt) of the story may have been lost on me.

People in life, and life too.

2010-01-19T11:03:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I allow myself to forget just how important real friends and family are... which is unforgiveable really.

Without the people in my life, my life would be unimaginably worse in every way.

And it's true what they say: a real friend might be someone you hardly ever see, or only ever see briefly, but there's a connection there and no matter how much time passes it will still be there when you next meet.

But why on earth would there be so much time between these meetings? I hope to do something about that from now on. With so little effort, if any, other than the enthusiasm to do it, life could be so much better than it is.

I really should take advantage of the fact that I know so many good people and am even lucky enough to be related to a few.

As Jesus said, 'Stop being a cunt.'

Nobody said it would be like this.

2009-11-30T10:55:00.000-08:00

Haven’t blogged in a month or two. No clear thoughts. Hence nothing to say.

Still looking for somewhere to move to but not having much luck; looks like I’d need to move further out of town than I had hoped to find a place I can afford. I may well loose a room but will hopefully gain a garden. It’s just too noisy for me round here now and a quieter life beckons.

Not being happy at home makes everything harder and at times I’ve let that get the better of me – something I need to keep an eye on. Need to work on my lack tolerance and an excess of irritability.

Getting a trickle of design jobs, so get to spend a lot of time on each one, which I like, although speeding things up could well improve things, and it’s always possible that if more work was coming in, I’d actually get more other stuff done to. Having a lot of time for each project can back-fire though: I end up offering more than is reasonable at these rates, and it’s at that point that the client becomes more demanding. Can’t help thinking that I should be giving less options and not more, although the reason behind it of course is that is you don’t give options early on but just get on with what you think is best, it can all come undone if they don’t like it and there’s no time to start again or redo it.

It’s a bugger!

But I really think it’s time I got tough with clients in the future and made it clear in some subtle and inoffensive way that Mummy knows best.

Dr, Retail therapy, House, Internet

2009-09-03T10:15:00.000-07:00

Went to the doctor's today, as I thought maybe I had a hernia or something. Turns out there is nothing there and what I feel is just down to eating too late in the evenings. What a doofus! This is what comes of being 42 and having too much time on my hands and not enough to worry about.

Went into town afterwards; not for anything particuarly special. But on the way home bought myself a lovely light tan suede motorcycle jacket which was in a sale and reduced by £150 or there abouts. My old one has no linning and the stitching is coming undone all over it, so it'll be nice to have something decent, and it looks fab! Probably not a great day to go out on the bike though, as it is very windy indeed.

Neighbours came home from their six week holiday last night. They're not as noisy as they used to be, now that I've said something, but I am still looking for a place to move to that is in a more peaceful area and not in a city, next to schools. Gardens and a garage would make life a lot happier.

Am enjoying interacting with people online and am making arrangements to visit and meet up with some in the not too distant future. It's time I saw more of this world. But I also need a kick up the arse to make it happen, as I can be so hopelessly passive at times. I know it's been around a while, but damn, the Internet is fantastic!

Turned down several bits of work a couple of weeks ago, partly because I need the time spare to go look at potential new places to live and partly so I could spend time on my motorbike while the weather is still good. Had plans to go camping but that didn't happen but may go to the lake district in a couple of weeks with a friend who also has the great desire to walk up a moutain or two. Think I've got most of what I need for camping and at least I'll be with someone else who also has a car, which will make life easier. Bought some new walking boots a couple of weeks back and can't wait to try them out.

But I really must start working on something soon, as I've got too much time on my hands. At least I've started reading again - it'd been a while!

2009-08-12T12:06:00.000-07:00

Rode out to Rory and Debs' on the tin pony and then onto Tivetshall. Had to ask directions a couple of times, especially on the way back. Had heard of a house to let there, which I didn't find, but I did find the local church in the middle of nowhere. Nice old church with tons of history going all the back to the 14th century and probably further. Bought a banana cake and left money in the honesty box. Just enough juice to get home - 300 miles to the tank! Stopping off at Ror and Debs's again. Fab day and my first adventure by myself on the bike, and probably my longest journey and day's riding so far. Filled the tank on the home-stretch ready for another exploration, though it may be rainig tomorrow so we'll see.

Poop! Poop!

Billy's birthdday. Vodka. Camping.

2009-08-03T02:59:00.001-07:00

Billy's birthday yesterday and what a fab day it was. Friends and family gathered, drank stuff and woffled a lot. I drank more vodka than I have for the past year or more and yet was able to think coherently and have things which resembled sensible conversations for the whole day. Man I drank A LOT of vodka!

Went back to Estelle's and orderd an Indian take-away, watched a movie (Firecracker - woffled through most of it). Home to bed by 1am. Not as hungover today as I should be.

Hope to make plans in the next day or two to go away camping with Paul and Estelle. Maybe just to the coast, but possibly to the Lake District, which would be awesome as I can't remeber the last time I saw something that looked like a hill or a mountain. Might splash out on some good walking boots.

reunion, birthday, motorbike, funeral

2009-07-20T14:10:00.000-07:00

Went to school reunion yesterday. Well I say school reunion... what it actually was, was the last day of term and the last day the school would be known as Earlham High. Most of it is going to be knocked down and a new school built on the same ground - the school is to become an academy. It's a rebranding process to help with prevent any further decline in the school's reputation. Also it effects how they will be funded, which I guess has something to do with it to.

There have been several school reunion, organised by both the school (the usual ten years on) and by ex pupils. I haven't attended any, except for tagging along with my older brother to one of theirs. It was very odd to be there again, standing in the playground and seeing that familiar set of buildings, with a few additions of course. It was probably the most poorly attended reunion, which was a shame, especially as it was open to the largest number ie anyone who had attended the school while it was called Earlham High, which was since the mid 60's I think. -- it had been BlueBell School before that, and presumebly since it was built in the late 30's or early 40's.

There was about a dozen people.........

[got distracted and now it's two days later.]

After getting my motorbike I rode it quite a bit and was starting to feel pretty comfortable. Didn't ride at all for the next two weeks, which was a mistake, as today I got on it and first I was conking out because I'd left the choke on. A couple of hours later I couldn't start it at all and didn't notice for ages that the kill switch was on - Rory pointed out both things. And then I came off it again when a huge container lorry was coming at me on a road as wide as the lorry! So no more breaks from riding - will try to get out on it every day for the next couple of weeks at least.

It was Nobby's funeral today and I wanted to be there but things got in my head and put me off. Apparently there were a couple or three hundred bikers that did the slow ride through the city, no bash hats, out to the crematorium. Might have bought back memories I didn't want. Ah well!

Yesterday was Mum's birthday and a bunch of us went out for lunch by the river and then some went on to other pubs etc. I didn't have a drinking head on at all so came home in the late afternoon. Was nice to see everyone but still need to catch up with Mum and Sis, as we haven't seen each other properly for ages.

Anyway... go stick your head in a pig.

Motorbikes and moving

2009-06-26T07:18:00.001-07:00

Ok, so now I've got a bike that I'm actually legal to ride, which means that in theory I'm mobile. Haven't gone out on it yet - will take a day or two to finalise the paperwork. And then I'll be all out of excuses. God damn it!

The main motivating factor at this exact moment in time is the thought of moving out of the city, finally. I'm looking at loads of properties online and have registered with several agencies. But if they don't find me something soon I may go on a killing spree - the city is doing my fucking head in! I just want peace. Living in a flat that has a school either side of it was not a great idea and for the past couple of years the neighbours above have been a single mother with two boys, 9 and 14. I can't remember that last time I couldn't hear constant thundering about. It's way past time I was out of here! Saw house of my dreams yesterday which had 3 bedrooms and was £100 cheaper a month than I already pay; not surprisingly it had gone.

Anyway... cock!

Living

2009-06-24T07:40:00.000-07:00

Push on, move up, progress, achieve, grow
Spread your wings. Breed.
Put down roots.
Save for a rainy day.
Believe what you see and
what you're told to believe.
Dream about thinking;
have ideas about thoughts -
pass it on; spread the word.
Put down wings.
Move roots.

Love and kisses

2009-04-16T14:53:00.001-07:00

I want to be in love. I want to belong to someone. I want someone to want me to want them. I want someone that wants to be possessed as much as I do.

These attitudes seem a little out of kilter with modern, western sentiments. But I see no evidence that people's desires have changed much, if at all, since the sexual revolution... whenever that was, and whatever that means. Probably some git of a journalist came up with that darling little term.

I guess that's why I've avoided romantic relationships at every possible opportunity. I should have lived in a more romantic time, like the 16th century - there's nothing more romantic than filth, poverty and plague, right?

I think, like most people, couple-dom is what I want: a loving couple - what could be better? But I do have to say that I have a fascination with menage-a-tois, and no that's not the same as a threesome - jeeze peeps, get your mind out of the gutter for a second!

It's just that I can't help thinking that the problems I see a lot of couples having come down to boredom of routine etc. But if there are more than two people in the relationship how can that not be a good thing? Of course they are rare, as the dynamics of the relationship have to kind of be in place from the outset. Either that or the people involved have to be extremely open minded.

It's a curious thing to think about anyway. We all want to be part of a couple, but sometimes I think that we just think that. And other times I just think that I really, really want to be part of a couple ;-)

Kite jumping, Time and Speed

2009-03-31T09:21:00.001-07:00

Had my fist real attempt at kite flying/jumping today, and great fun it was too! I only managed a couple of good ones and the sense of the wind taking you is quite humbling to say the least, especially as you land! Humbling... in a really exciting way! If you don't control it the kite will throw you into the ground at tremendous speed; it's not to be done without commitment... and a little practice helps too. I've been filming Ror and Haze for so many weeks now that I felt I should have some idea of what to do. But of course when you actually do something it always feels different to how you'd imagined. Well most of the time anyway.

Would love to do more with all the footage I'm getting but my PC seems to struggle with most of it; I'll struggle on with my PC.

Clocks went forward last night, and I still don't know anyone who doesn't wish they'd just leave them alone in Winter. However, today it did exagerate the sense of Summer coming even more and the Sun makes everybody a happier bunny. And the world needs happier bunnies.

Should be doing more motorbike stuff soon. Iain's going to be coming round with the bike he sourced for me, a Kawasaki 500 commuter bike, which I still haven't even seen! Must sort out some sort of covering for it out back - can't have it at the front of the house as it'd get knicked or damaged.

Any - onwards and upwards... apparently!

Twit on my face you tube!

2009-03-06T05:42:00.000-08:00

I've had an online presence for about ten years now, starting off with the forum aapc (alt.arts.poetry.comments) which was a good learning ground about things like netiquette and trolls, lurkers etc. Many sites were in advance of those that exist now and I have watched them evolve into other things or disappear only to pop up again years later as something else entirely. Twitter is all the rage in certain quarters at the moment (ten years ago there was sms.ac which did the same thing only an aweful lot better) and it's another example, FaceBook still being the best, of people who wouldn't normally, or have never before interacted with an online community, getting heavily involved. It feels a bit like how a real drinker must feel when at Christmas and New Year's Eve non-drinkers go out and fill up all the pubs and clubs and 'drinking establishments'. Probably not a great analogy that... but hey!

On Facebook people add you as a friend but leave no message and don't contact you. It's bit like going up to someone, tapping them on the shoulder and saying 'Oi!' Then immediately walking off without looking back or ever speaking to them again. Not that it matters; it's just another evolutionary step of the way in which we communicate online. Bloody kids! And now the uninitiated parents are learning from those kids! Fuck! But no, really is doesn't matter. It really doesn't matter at all. Not at all... and calm....

On the plus side! - I am finding new people into some of the same things as me but always with a different view point, and I'm finding all kinds of stuff to do with art and writing and general net stuff. Lots of humour! Funny how you instantly connect with some people more than others, and quite quickly too. I love it, and do feel that for better or worse new technologies should be embraced. It's our future.

Personally I'd be happy for there to be a few tens of millions of human beings living on the planet much as the Aboriginies, Inuits, American Indians and Amazonians did, in harmony and maintaining a balance. That to me would be 'an' ideal, an not to be sniffed at.

But if there's to be tens of billions of us, and there will be soon, then we have to embrace technology. Unfortunately morals and ethics actually get in the way of the kind of developments needed, as the technologies of the past hundred years, increasingly so now, effect our biological evolution. We stopped being Human with the advent of Penicillin and the like. Now we have nano-medicines but are restricted in their use and development. And maybe rightly so?

Woman Hips

2009-01-23T13:00:00.000-08:00

Kate, God bless 'er, posed for me yesterday, and she hadn't done life modelling before, and it's not like we know each other really, really well, which maybe helped - I don't know. All I know is it went really well and I managed to produce a couple of drawings that I'll be able to work from when it comes to clay. We'll have more sessions, for sure, and have already discussed other posses etc.. But mainly I'm just super chuffed to have something beautiful to work on. Plus the pose we did yesterday will help me finish off the woman with big hips sculpture that was done using an old sketch for reference, and that sketch was from imagination, not a model. It's the arms and head that need work, or maybe just the decision to remove them completely. Bit worried the maquette of Rory will have dried out at Wensum Lodge as it's been a couple of weeks, as I missed this weeks class, which will mean doing it again as clay can't be re-wetted and hold it's form if it's been allowed to dry completely.

Have been on Twitter a lot lately. It's one of those sites that everyone will be on eventually, and like a lot of people I didn't really get it at first when I joined months ago but it's gaining popularity and I'm discovering it's just another convenient way to get information, stay informed and in touch with people you know, be entertained etc.. Reminds me a little of SMS.ac as it was about 10 years ago, before it slowly evolved into the rather suspicious FanBox. Stephen Fry is running a competition on Twitter at the mo, which involves coming up with a message containing 50 L's. The message has to be less than 140 characters, including spaces! I came up with:

HillbillyLilly silly4 willy willwellfollofellow uphill Lilsfolly4lolly isBrill willkilllTILLill allwillynilly 4large med& lilliput willy

Don't think I'll be winning the competition, somehow. hehe.

Clay sculpting

2009-01-18T03:04:00.000-08:00

Continuing with figurative work in clay. Have several old sketches to work from, of things I've wanted to sculpt for years! It's going well. One or two people have offered to sit for me, which has never really worked out before with friends but it all seems to be cominmg together just right, right now. Hope to make sketches of Estelle and Kate, and what with Rory and other sketches I have too, that should be enough to keep me busy for a while. I am becoming fascinated with the physical form again.

Should start getting things fired soon, which is going to be very exciting. You never know quiet what you're going to get until it comes out of the kiln!

We're getting some sunshine at the mo, which is lovely. Still cold but hey, sunshine!

2009-01-14T15:56:00.000-08:00

Here's an update of the maquette of Rory. Hope to scale up soon and approach it as a portrait. The start of the clay sculpting course is going well and I may even start a second class.

Clay and Graphite

2009-01-08T14:41:00.000-08:00

Started the clay modelling course a couple of days ago. It was great fun! Good teacher, who tells me that the method I want to use for figurative work is the most difficult he's ever seen and only knows one person that uses it, which is the man that developed it - some Italian genius whose name escapes me right now. I love the technique, as while it makes modelling and sculpting harder it has other advantages - the main one being speed: instead of sculpting out of solid clay, one makes tubes of clay for the limbs and a hollow case for the torso. Probably still needs to be split in two at the end of sculpting, carving out any excess clay from inside, and then sticking back together, which is the bit I find most unnerving.

Made a couple of sketches of Rory yesterday and took a couple of pictures to work from too. Should be an interesting process - still not sure how to get it to be free standing? My sketching abilities have gone to shit, not surprisingly as I'm not doing enough of it.

Assumptions

2009-01-07T18:14:00.000-08:00

What goes up sometimes comes down.

On occasion water can be wet.

Under the right circumstances 2 + 2 will make 4.

Believing is seeing.

The shortest distance between two points is love.

The camera never lies when under duress.

Suicide is only one way of surviving this life.

Flibble

2008-07-17T04:00:00.000-07:00

A slow start to the day. Up at ten - coffee - myspace - youtube... Sean Bedlam! Always good for a laugh fist thing in the morning.

Keep walking past the picture I should be working on, trying not to notice it. --

Back to the computer. Spent some time flitting from ebay, etsy and yessy - all possible outlets for anything I might make, eventually, if not rushed, and assuming nothing else pops up offering itself as a worthy distraction, or even just as an alternative for doing something practical.

Saw Chap the day before yesterday - upbeat as always and thinking of heading back to France in a month or so. I plan on following out there sometime after, possibly with Ror, who got back from New Zealand a couple of days ago. Another totally upbeat person. Had bought himself a stupendously fast motorbike on landing in the country - he knows how to enjoy himself!

Doesn't look like we'll be getting much of a Summer this year. But it's mild, which is okay - the perfect weather for Norwich in fact: not so bad that you feel the need to do anything about it, and not as good as you feel it could be ;-)

It's mid-day - I'll work on Sigurd today and maybe pop into town if it looks like we're going to get a clear spell.

Well fed and lazy

2008-07-09T02:35:00.000-07:00

Goodness - up before ten today! Now there's an achievement!

I have one commission at the moment, which is for a painting for a book cover. Needs to be quite a dramatic scene and I have about a month to complete it. Have begun with a few sketches and will scale up soon.