16 November 2007
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
28 September 2007
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!
Adios!
08 September 2007
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.
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.
19 August 2007
31 July 2007
Lunar landscape
08 July 2007
Lottie
Decided to try doing the same as Tammy for this Zen doohickey.
Apparently I messed up by colouring it in - that's too pretty and not zen like at all.
Apparently I messed up by colouring it in - that's too pretty and not zen like at all.
This is what she looked like without any fur:
06 July 2007
01 July 2007
A week not in Gubbio
We just spent a week in Italy with friends who drove us about round these beautiful hills and fields of sunflowers and then kept trying to make us eat fresh apricots (the swines).
30 June 2007
Twist of fate
Sometimes I find meself up shit creek.
With a paddle.
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Yup - it's one of them thar metaphysical do-diddlys this week, courtesy of some fella called Quint Buchholz.
21 June 2007
A Fistful of BAFTAs
Went on a tedious work awayday at BAFTA's offices the other day.
They gave us this notepaper to help us formulate our thoughts and better contribute towards future team success!
Just about managed to get through the day without vomiting, falling asleep or hitting someone by playing silly word games and doodling.
As a result the day was indeed a marvellous success. Just look at the fine collection of BAFTAs I came away with.
They gave us this notepaper to help us formulate our thoughts and better contribute towards future team success!
Just about managed to get through the day without vomiting, falling asleep or hitting someone by playing silly word games and doodling.
As a result the day was indeed a marvellous success. Just look at the fine collection of BAFTAs I came away with.
Hurrah!
If , like me, you ever feel despair at work events, then you will probably find the following site useful:
If you love your boss and company - then you possibly need enlightenment through Bob. Try this lovely video for starters. Then try this one.
Have fun!
16 June 2007
Red
This here is something I just did for The Heartfel' Challenge. Not sure why but the Monday Artday and Illustration Friday topics just haven't been grabbin' me of late, so thought I'd try something new. Or maybe its just I've been being lazy of late. Dunno.
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Anyway this is a painting inspired by the sculptures by Subodh Kerkar, we saw back at the end of 2005 in the Kerkar Art Complex in Goa, India.
Completely obsessed by ladies netherregions, so he was.
IF - Rejection
08 June 2007
26 May 2007
Cars
19 May 2007
Signs attempt #2
Signs attempt #1
Love is blind.
Penny should really have seen the signs.
Like why were all his ex's stalking her?
And how come they all 'just happened' to be rotting corpses?
Penny should really have seen the signs.
Like why were all his ex's stalking her?
And how come they all 'just happened' to be rotting corpses?
06 May 2007
still life stuff
Had a go at doing one of my partner's painting exercises (she's doing one of them correspondence art class thingummyjigs).
We were supposed to be painting the spaces in between the objects, whatever the hell that meant. Course I quickly got bored with that and started colouring in.
We were supposed to be painting the spaces in between the objects, whatever the hell that meant. Course I quickly got bored with that and started colouring in.
Still, I enjoyed doing this, and it came out better that I thought it would.
First time using big paper too!
more bloomin' flowers
Current Neighbours
Weird neighbours
Yup, sure had some weird folks livin' next door over the years.
This 'un used to play banjo every Thursday, and smoke them funny cee-gars. Went by the name o' Nobert. I kind a liked his hair.
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This fella seemed right friendly enough, until he moved the gerbils in.
This fella kept himself to himself. Never said a word to nobody. One day we found him in our garden, strokin' nettles, hummin' church songs. We jus' let him be.
This 'un used to play banjo every Thursday, and smoke them funny cee-gars. Went by the name o' Nobert. I kind a liked his hair.
.
This fella seemed right friendly enough, until he moved the gerbils in.
This fella kept himself to himself. Never said a word to nobody. One day we found him in our garden, strokin' nettles, hummin' church songs. We jus' let him be.
06 April 2007
01 April 2007
23 March 2007
I spy.. a tulip
20 March 2007
24 February 2007
How do you say "I am innocent" in squirrel?
15 February 2007
Bahia Maguey
Rufino Tamaya Museum in Oaxaca
Monte Alban
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