May contain a heavy dose of Jim Kerr
After another disappointing day of seeing nothing in the mail slot but an invoice and some junk mail, I went off seeking distraction. I’ve lost my way. Gone are the days of Hunter And The Hunted and the like. I am less and less inclined to call it “art” without the quotation marks. They make…
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I’m yet to receive my copy of the book – so I actually don’t know a lot of what’s inside. (Despite some fans being hellbent on showing us all the contents of the book by sharing all their bits on the group pages – as excited as I am for all the fans that are…
Many happy returns, Mr Burchill – 61 years young, today!
Yesterday’s jigsaw puzzle gift was just part one of my belated birthday gifts from Yvonne. The second part arrived this morning. In all this time, I never thought to get ANYTHING printed of this other than the prints I had done for myself and Jim. So, it is really wonderful to have other things showing…
Let’s hope for the near future that “the band play(ed)s on”. Today I received a belated birthday present from my friend, Yvonne. A beautiful, unique thing it is too! It’s a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle of my Hunter And The Hunter digital art piece. How wonderful is that?! Absolutely beautiful! Thank you, Birdy! I love…
It’s been the inspiration for a few art pieces, and the video is a fave. Jim is sssoooo frigging skinny in this video. He’s got his gammy eye and he is that heady mix of fledgling Laird Dash Fandango in his collared shirt and tailored trousers but with that bit of “gangster rough” with it….
So…my Facebook feed tonight threw this one up at me. A piece of poetry I wrote. It was based on going out for a meal in Sydney’s northern suburbs with my sister to a place called Sambal. There we are outside it. One of my favourite dishes is laksa and this place were doing a…
I did this bit of editing work on one of Virginia’s photos of Jim. I asked her permission to share it on my blog and social media. She granted me permission – so please, I ask if you do share, give credit or link back to the blog or social media pages. Either to mine…
I wish I was too frigging proud to cry! Then again, maybe not. Being “too proud to cry” sounds like the most dire emotional detachment to me…
Because… I literally don’t know what else to do.