My own headspace. My own inability to get out of what seems to “help”. It’s habitual. Like a drug. He’s a drug I can’t escape. My heroin.
My life. My wife.
Lou. He’s your bard.
Sweet irony…
Tag Archives: fan art
Repeat…
Arty Facts…
Just been trying to keep myself entertained while being bailed up at home. Been doing bits every day.
Jim. Charlie. Now Ged. I’d like to think I have good enough photos to make a piece for every member of the band, but think I’ll struggle for Berenice and Cherisse. They’re just too far back from the front of the stage. And the two times Berenice performed Speed Your Love To Me – I just wanted to enjoy the performance and kept my phone firmly in my handbag.
I’ll see what I can come up with in the next few days.
Glitch (Shrine Art No. 1074)
My Moonage Daydream…
I have been working hard to try and get back to GOOD art. Get used to the changes of my main art app that I hadn’t been able to use for several weeks. The combination of just…losing my “muse” and the overhaul of my main art app just had me artistically floundering!
Other things too. Yeah.
Anyway, this is the first one in months I’ve looked at and gone “Yep! That’s good!”
I wasn’t going to put the Bowie lyrics to it. In my head I just had the word “celestial” swimming round. Jim…a celestial being. I’ll sound a complete crackpot…but I don’t fucking care. For many Bowie himself is – but for me, it’s Jim – the most beautiful man I have ever seen. And I sssoooo get how MANY people view David that way. There’s no way to deny it. I see it too.
In the final moments “press your space face close to mine, love” came into my head. So how could I NOT apply those words? Jim and David just mean the world to me. And the link is there with “space face”. It’s my “go to” Simple Minds song when I really need to be uplifted. It helps me more than any other.
But…I won’t lie. Lately I have felt alone. Those words “I’ll be there, you’re not alone” at the beginning of 2016 were a LIFELINE!
I’m clawing my way out again. I’m fighting. Finding my way through it. I always do. I get really scared that one day I might not be able to. There was a time, many years back, when it seemed like I never would.
Anyway. Yesterday (as it is now Sunday) was a good day.
P.S. The shape of his mouth is the thing that made this whole piece for me. I find the shape of his mouth DIVINE!
If you ever visit this blog, Jim…I always worry you think me the silliest, most deluded twerp on the face of the earth – but I’m just human. And you’re beautiful.
To The Moon And Back
❤️ U
Seeing Through The Eyes Of Love
It’s now 4 years since this happened and I know Jim will be utterly bloody bored with it, so I’ll just keep the memory here on the blog.
This anniversary I find myself back in Oz, so this year feels just a little more special, yet painfully sad.
Kyoto might well still be in snow, but most of the Eastern seaboard of Australia, as well as parts of Adelaide and Perth, have been aflame this summer.
Again for most of the outer suburbs of Sydney, up to Newcastle, and down to the south coast, past Wollongong (where regional coastal towns are on high alert as fires threaten to ravage the area again, having only just gone through the devastation just 72 hours ago) and into country areas of New South Wales, temps are set to be a minimum of 40 degrees Celsius – with the average being 44 tomorrrow.
After Saturday’s extremes, the temp. drops away and falls by 20+ degrees for a high of 25 in Sydney on Sunday and 22 on Monday.
Four years ago, the weather was unusually cool for the time of year – 21 degrees and drizzle. A rare overcast and rainy day.
Well the days I’ve had here I’ve hardly seen the sun but for vastly different reasons.
Also this time four years ago, I was spending – what I feared would turn out to be – my final months with mum.
And so I say it time and again, my Hunter And The Hunted piece will forever be the most special thing to me. I don’t know how much I can express all that is wrapped up in it.
The significance of the song… it really is just about the finest thing Simple Minds ever produced – and as a consequence how enamoured I am with Jim. He is just beautiful… the lyrics to the song and just him… body and mind. Intelligence. Beauty.
And I still feel that my piece on it compliments the beauty of the song.
And there’s mum and those precious final months with her. I never wanted those months to be the final ones😔💔
I knew time was running out.
This silly mind is still waiting for us to travel to Busby to go and see her… wondering why we haven’t been yet. Pulling into Liverpool Station on the train and not getting off the train there feels really wrong.
The anniversary will be more special every year.
Jim, thank you. I will love you always for this. 💕😚
