The Collector

There’s a not so interesting, nor nearly a deep as I’d like to think it is, story behind this picture, that I’m not going to tell. I’ll let you lot figure it out.

Mmm third dimension.

I’ve spent the last couple of days titting about with 3D graphical goodness. It’s something I’ve never really been into before, I figured I didn’t really have a use for it…saying that, it’s kinda addictive….like poking and squishing stuff out of clay, but without the mess.

For various reason it seems a lot of my joy has been thieved lately, so it seemed apt to do a 3D version of Jeff the Joy Thief as my first real attempt at this sort of 3D thing. I’m not entirely happy with it, but I haven’t posted anything here for bleedin’ ages, and since I’m a beginner, I’m rather proud of his teeth.

Quoth the Raven…

So, I found time for a bit of scribbling. Hopefully after next week I’ll have a bit more time for arty goodness, and even more scribbling shall commence. yay!

I logged into my RedBubble account the other day to find I’d sold a whole bunch of prints, considering I haven’t posted anything new for a while, I thought it was pretty cool. There’s something really awesome about knowing that a total stranger likes your stuff enough to part with their hard earned cash for it. Not that I really believe people liking stuff has got anything to do with the value of art…but money is the thing by which our society measures success. I doubt the whole print on demand phenomenon will ever realistically provide many artists with a viable living*, but it is nice to know that at least art can be a hobby that pays for itself.

*if you’d like to prove me wrong, feel free to visit my lovely Redbubble profile where you can purchase prints and T-shrits featuring my stuff!

Where the hell did that week go?

Bugger me, it’s Monday again.

I don’t have anything to say, except that I’ve got a whole bunch of half finished drawings lying about the place and it’s exam season again. Which means they’re all mostly on hold. On the first of May I’ll be pretty much free, everything will get finished and posted, and I’ll be running around going ‘yay’ in a silly voice… At least until I find myself at the mercy of some other life sucking institution anyway.

Society sucks. If i ever meet the dude who invented it, I swear, I’m gonna nut him.

Misery. (Toads part the second)

Big, green and depressingly squishy.

See Toads Part One

Toads.

So, I’ve been reading Philip Larkin poems lately. I love Larkins poetry…It has a kind of quiet melancholic desperation that I think most people feel at one time or another.

I’ve been getting attacks of the ‘Oh my god, what if I’m actually quite rubbish’ kind of thoughts lately, along with the equally depressing, ‘Oh my god, what if i’m not rubbish, but I still never get anywhere because I’m afraid’ sort. I’m not saying that for any kind of sympathy, or for compliments…it’s sort of like when you see those adverts on telly for cancer research and they point out that it could happen to any of us. It’s a feeling of ’shit happens…what if it happens to me, what if I stay stuck in this rut forever?’ Decidedly selfish thoughts , but that doesn’t make them go away. Nor does it make us any better equipped to deal with life.

I think Larkin said it better.

Toads

Why should I let the toad work
Squat on my life?
Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork
And drive the brute off?

Six days of the week it soils
With its sickening poison -
Just for paying a few bills!
That’s out of proportion.

Lots of folk live on their wits:
Lecturers, lispers,
Losers, loblolly-men, louts-
They don’t end as paupers;

Lots of folk live up lanes
With fires in a bucket,
Eat windfalls and tinned sardines-
They seem to like it.

Their nippers have got bare feet,
Their unspeakable wives
Are skinny as whippets - and yet
No one actually _starves_.

Ah, were I courageous enough
To shout, Stuff your pension!
But I know, all too well, that’s the stuff
That dreams are made on:

For something sufficiently toad-like
Squats in me, too;
Its hunkers are heavy as hard luck,
And cold as snow,

And will never allow me to blarney
My way of getting
The fame and the girl and the money
All at one sitting.

I don’t say, one bodies the other
One’s spiritual truth;
But I do say it’s hard to lose either,
When you have both.

— Philip Larkin

Oh yes, this wasn’t just random by the way, I’m drawing something to do with toads…I’ll post it later.

See Toads part the second.

Ooh, Differentyness

I’ve decided to change a few things around here…the old theme as beautiful as it was, was a bit over-powering. So, I’ve got a nice new mellow one.

If everything is a bit up in the air for a day or two, it’s just me being entirely unprofessional and demonstrating my complete lack of ability to organise a piss up in a brewery…Well no actually, I could probably manage a piss up in a brewery…Just about.

The Menagerie

He’s Pinky the elephant’s second cousin once removed. His breath smells like butterflies.

Love

The question is, is love lifting him up, or is he dragging love down?

The Salesman

He’s big and pink with pointy teeth, what more could anybody ask for?