Some of these prints were done to give to Bruce Findlay when I went to the Rip It Up talk he did with Ian Rankin and Vic Galloway in Edinburgh a couple of years back. I also made one of Premonition as well, as that is Bruce’s favourite SM song and I wanted to give him a print based on his fave.
He ended up with three in total. I was so excited about presenting him with them, I insisted on showing them to him there and then. I think he thought I was expecting him to make a choice on one but I said “No! I want you to have all three. I just wanted to show them to you now just to see what you think.”
I think he liked them. Well, I hope he did!
These are rejects from the printing process anyway. One of the colours was running low on ink so the CMYK balance went askew. The magenta range of colours are more prominent in these prints but they still look good – so I am giving them away.
Anyone interested? Get in touch. Leave a comment on the post, or contact me via FB on the post I’ve done there. Let me know which one is a fave.
I have been subscribed to this person’s YT account for a while – but a certain Mr Machray beat me to seeing this gem first.
I had seen the SSIS footage before but had never seen the Hunter And The Hunted clip from it…Just a few little gifs taken from it going back years ago. Both clips are in wonderful condition. I’m pretty sure the SSIS clip is shorter than the one I have seen previously.
OMFG! The Kerr deliciousness on offer! Fuck me! Looks to camera, licking lips, tongue poking out. I think my ovaries imploded this time, rather than exploded! Dare I offer a critique and say his singing seems…a little flat in it? Like he’s worried about being too loud or something…but frigging hell, he’s fucking beautiful!
Ya damn wet MY whistle, that’s for sure! Lol. Maybe OGWT should now stand for Old Grey’s Wet Test? 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
HELP ME! 😜😜😂😂😂
I may be some time…excuse me…
UPDATE: April 20 – I thought the clip would get taken down – so I had a backup plan!
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. 💕😚
I have a very bad habit of living in the past. Something very good in the present will happen to me – of the times I allow myself to actually LIVE in the present – and then I smother it. Hold on to it with everything I have because I don’t want to lose that feeling. So fearful that I may never feel it again.
And so it is with this. It’s the third anniversary of this taking place today. Would it even mean this much to anybody else? Probably not. For most it would just be deemed a little “added extra” to an otherwise good day. Or perhaps a nice touch to a mediocre day. Either way, their day would have just been somewhat enhanced…a little.
For me though? It felt as though I had been defibrillated. Quite literally. The pace my heart ran at upon waking up and seeing this on the morning of January 5th, 2016 was nothing short of life affirming. It actually felt like I had been brought to life.
But how silly is that? I mean what exactly was it at the end of the day? Just some little doodle I made that some rock star liked? In the grand scheme of things…what did it actually mean and achieve? It’s just a poster. History.
Don’t mind me…I am in the stranglehold of melancholy right now.
I need to find my happy place again. And I am really not sure where that is right now. If I am still needing a crutch, then I haven’t found it, have I? Is it just an illusion? The “happy place”? Utopia…
I just wanted to try something different…but with the same subject matter I fall back on.
In times of…descending melancholia, just…working on art around this beautiful face gives me focus, purpose. He’s my “human fidget spinner”, if I can be so crude? (I can. And now my mind is wildly wandering…GALLOPING…off elsewhere).
His sharing of the art from Cheryl Anne Grace a day or so ago. Of the NOLA “saints”? I mean, I’m obviously no Cheryl Anne…but I certainly have my own figurehead. My own deity.
I will forever regret saying what I said to him back in July. Because, coming from me, it was hypocrisy of the highest order. I portray him and treat him like a god in my art.
He is the centre of my artistic universe (and not just my artistic one).
I played around with this one for four hours. Am I pleased with it? Dunno…jury’s out. Did it put a stop to the descent into melancholy? Insomuch as it took the focus away from it for a while – Yes.
Sometimes I can attack a piece with sheer enthusiasm and delight, and it may come together in an hour. Other times, it is genuine therapy. I lose myself in it.
It used to be birds. But birds can only achieve that in daylight hours. This can happen any time of the day. And can start when high or low in mood.
But…am I an artist? I genuinely don’t know. A blagger? Most likely…
In my wildest dreams it would be “love”. I’m still not even sure what that look is. Last week I had convinced myself he was looking at me “seductively”. I didn’t even see it as it happened…my eyes most likely checking the camera screen to make sure that he was actually in shot. Without my glasses on, looking at the screen, I’d have never noticed him even looking my way. And so, I never saw this until I played the footage back in the early hours of Monday morning.
I play it over and over, hoping it’s for me, and not for the loved up couple that were next to me to my right. They were getting quite a bit of attention from him. Happily interacting with him. Whereas I am a self-conscious bag of chicken shit who can barely look at him. Why on earth would the man ever want to interact with me?
But if he did…just for this brief window of time…it is all I ever need.
Please, Jim! If you EVER visit this godforsaken blog! Please! Just keep it in! For want of ever being able to hear Wonderful In Young Life or Boys From Brazil being played….or even Seeing Out The Angel for that matter.
You absolutely blew me away playing This Earth That You Walk Upon back in February. I will just be…just. I’ll leave you alone. I’ll never talk to you again. I’ll go and hide in a cave for etenity. Lol. Or whatever you’d prefer me to do (“fuck off in whatever style you see fit”, he says).
1. Hunter And The Hunted at Aix-Les-Bains
2. Delivered in the flamingo shirt
3. Accompanied with the Hokusai scarf – even if only used as a stage prop (ie: draped around the microphone stand…unless of course you deemed it too special and fragile to wear…then I’ll forgive you)
Remember this? What it means?! The love that comes with it…