(Off Into) Space…
Can’t “quit dreaming”. Who wants “Real Life”…? We have outer space and stars, and our dreams…
Can’t “quit dreaming”. Who wants “Real Life”…? We have outer space and stars, and our dreams…
Meh… Yep! Some days I even bore myself with how…obsessed…I am with this man. The methodical work is just a distraction. I could choose another subject but it just allows me to lose myself and ogle. It probably really isn’t healthy for me. I don’t know. I need a fuck buddy or something. Lol
As Brenda from Bristol said. Yes, Brenda. Indeed “another one”! Lol I cannae stop…
You know when I do these “shrine art” pieces, I sometimes add a random number to the post because I really have no idea how many of these I’ve done. Come September, I’d have been making these (not to this level of quality, mind!) for five years. And given for quite a bit of those…
Sometimes I come away from the art for a short while – but he always draws me back in. I literally just CANNOT stop looking at him and so the only way I feel justified in doing so is…to make art and have him as the centrepiece. He’s always the focal point. There’s just…an aesthetic…
I worked on two art pieces yesterday. The first one…I knew what I wanted from it, but it didn’t really come together. I’m not sure I like it. I love him on that Whistle Test appearance though ???? The other was going to be another attempt, but it quickly morphed into something else and took…
This is the last place I am mentioning it, strangely enough. So, I will just copy the rest of my blurb from posting about it on Facebook… It might be a strange one to give away as it is so personalised… but there’s no point in me keeping this copy. I already have a matt…
Nae travel…
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…
