Meanwhile At Casa Read…
As I’m just twiddling my thumbs while the never-ending cycle of limbo continues… Awaiting some kind of good news morsel from base camp SM.
As I’m just twiddling my thumbs while the never-ending cycle of limbo continues… Awaiting some kind of good news morsel from base camp SM.
It’s creeping up to 3am and I’ve made two in one night. “Go gentle in the good night when you go”…
I wanted to make this one really busy as it started to take shape. And, I think I achieved it! And I think it reflects the song. Well it does for me. Loud and busy. Brash!
One made for someone in particular…
I do go through artistic repetitive cycles… The one I am currently stuck in is the use of holga and multiple representations of Jim…and geometrics. Bringing out my academic slant in my artistry. I have always loved maths, even if I am bloody shit at it. Lol
Because you have to. Because life is an endurance test. Because the pockets of good make the mountains of shit just about manageable. Resilience. Perseverance. Strength. Tenacity. Possibly not the things Oscar Wilde was thinking of when this (not quite verbatim) quote was linked to him. But I can think he meant this kind of…
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Winners of the SM Blue Monday art giveaway are as follows: Facebook: Dave Kramer Michaela Jo Helen Titterington Blog: Stuart H Twitter: Hans Honkyhosen Congrats everyone. I’ll be in touch with all privately shortly.
With just a couple of days to go until Blue Monday (this upcoming Monday, January 21st) – there’s just a little time left to go to enter the giveaway. All you have to do is tell me your fave Simple Minds song, and you could win a print of your fave song. Freshly off the…
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I am finally getting around to doing some fan art pieces for songs by The Anchoress, starting with my favourite song from Confessions Of A Romance Novelist – Bury Me.
My mum never knew her father’s parents – her grandparents – actually, she never even got to know her father for he died shortly after her birth – complications he’d long carried with him from WWI. Errol Forde Clancy was his name. First generation Australian, a son of Irish immigrants. Speaking of films…my Nan (mum’s…