Hold me up, pin me down, leave me by the side of the road and give my suitcases to the captain

Don't assume anythings going anywhere, these are just two pages from my sketchbook, drawn last week.

Three films I've seen in the past week:

Stranger by the lake - An excellent  thriller, beautifully shot and composed... also features real sex, which is always kinda unsexy, used perfectly though. a great film for sure.

Synecdoche new york - finally got a chance to see this quirky piece.. both a heartbreaking look at misery and an unrelenting exploration of life. A pretty special film, and a hard thing to watch at times.

Le Ronde- fun.

I wish I had something witty and profound to say, but at times though my mouth moves, and my fingers type, no noise comes out at all. ho hummn.

This is an amazing album/film, my favourite piece is Killer crane, and it comes at about 39:10

TV On The Radio - Nine Types of Light

Rambl'n nonesense, and sensible ambling

I felt like I owed the internet a blog post.

Just some rough scribblings on spare paper... I've been considering my drawing, and its shortcomings, how I use colour and texture to distract from the problems I have with certain aspects... Its pretty sad to be twenty-five and unable to draw trees for instance... long story short, Im attempting to work through it in my sketchbook... 

Did you ever think that Life was simple... and then it suddenly seemed a lot more complicated then anticipated, and then one day you woke up by the Swanee river naked, clutching a bag of salted liquorice... ho hummn.

Lots of great comics to read over here at Electro Comics

does he require lyrics to break your heart? non.

John Fahey- Sligo River Blues

I'd love to be around whilst history is judging me, but I have a hair appointment

Just a page I made today, made a few others, but this one looks the nicest.

Nothing seems broken, its all just in a state of flux... and who knows what'll emerge, when or if? I forget the hows and whys of it all, but they no longer seem so important anyway... I'll count to ten and spin on my toes until I wake in Anatolia. 

Do they sell free range eggs on Jupiter?

Tired, sorry... but It's been a week of thinking too much, of peaks and of course.... and this piece is pulling my heartstrings, which is just fine with me.

Arvo Pärt- Spiegel im Spiegel

bon nuit