Jake does a poo

At least we think that's what he is doing...

Here's what we have been up to lately

Say hello to baby Jake

Born 23 July 2008 at 8.45am. 3.85 kilos.



The music you hear is Gulag Orkestra lp by Beirut.

Aliens have landed...

A little something created recently.

Hope to have it finished in July.

Superstition

Bishop Facks: So, Father. Do you ever have any doubts about the religious life? Is your faith ever tested? Anything you would be worried about? Any doubts you've been having about any aspects of belief? Anything like that?

Father Dougal: Well, you know the way God made us all, right? And he's looking down at us from heaven and everything?

Bishop Facks: Uh-huh.
[nods]

Father Dougal: And then his son came down and saved everyone and all that?

Bishop Facks: Yes.

Father Dougal: And when we die we're all going to go to heaven?

Bishop Facks: Yes. What about it?

Father Dougal: Well, that's the bit I have trouble with.

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God bless father ted

Blues

When I saw the topic for Illustration Friday this week, I put on some Richard Hawley, ate me a plate of Pablo and conjured me up a sad Mayan woman.




Adios!

Momentum

This weeks Illustration Friday got me to thinking about how my mum and dad are about to move out of the house I was born and grew up in.

They are both in their seventies and need the extra cash moving to a smaller place would bring to live out their years in some comfort. Besides Dad isn’t so active anymore and can’t keep on looking after the big garden with the chicken coups, vegetables and flowers.

In a few weeks I’ll head on back there for one last look around.


As much as I may have hated the people in the town I grew up in, I always kind of liked the house.

It was always just big enough to hide away in.

Being able to hide is very important when growing up.

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Anyway, back to momentum – moving on and all that. Ever since I left home back in ‘89 I have lived at nearly 20 different addresses – never staying in one place more than two years.


My parents have lived in their house for almost 50 years.

I feel very scared for them.

Waste not want not

Was doing a painting for Pablo and found myself with some paint over so did this.

Lunar landscape

Went to Cappadocia years back.

Was like walking on the moon, so it was.

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If pidgeons were really made of clay would lonely dishevelled park women covet crockery instead?