Happy World Laughter Day

Celebrating by sharing a selection of photos of the man with the most beautiful smile and laugh I have ever seen. Geez, I am gone on this bloke ssoooo much. Lol

Photos used by very kind permission of Virginia Turbett.

As I keep telling you peeps, you see a drop in the ocean of the SM archive she has! They are just gorgeous…all of them. (These are low res for sharing purposes.)

Interested in prints? Make enquiries via virginiaturbett.com – she doesn’t bite, I swear!

This one I especially adore as he almost seems embarrassed, trying to stifle his laughter and mask it by covering his face, which frankly makes it all the more adorable. God, this man is frigging cute!

The Calming Influence

I worked on this earlier this evening. When I need to just….unwind…relax…get meditative, the art does it. The digital art does it. Jim does it. Focussing on him. Exemplifying his beauty. I know! I am solid gone. But today I don’t care.

He is the best medicine I know. I can’t express how calming and soothing working on these things can be. It’s therapy, medicine, meditation all rolled in to one.

I get so absorbed in it. The focus is solely on this. No external forces seep in.

Maybe that’s what I need with me? It worked when going to Glasgow in January! When I start to feel one of these vasovagal syncope episodes happening (if it is indeed what they are?) I need Jim’s voice to calm me. Perhaps I should have gotten my iPod out at The Stranglers gig (JJ may have thought me rude AF standing there listening to someone else…but if had helped?) and had just honed in on Jim?

I’d say “I’ll try it next time” but shit…I don’t want there to be a “next time”. Though in all likelihood there will be. And I’m hoping and praying that the next gig I’ll be at, HE WILL BE THERE! (Next gig is Trevor Horn at the RCH, Glasgow)

Anyway, this has gone a bit personal again. I just wanted to express how lovely and calming tonight’s artwork was, and how much this man soothes me yet can make my heart race at the same time.

I adore you, Mr Kerr.
(Psst – don’t tell him that! His ego fills Glasgow already. Lol – And why not…LOOK AT HIM! Beautiful!)