Spiders. Top left a relic snuck out of hallucinatory sleep, now totally forgotten. RHA trip, just about. We’re on the wrong side of the tracks.
He knew it dwelt in the tunnels still, but could not bring himself to see it. Only an unfurling outline, against the wrecked station. Quick trip with M to the Crawford Art Gallery.… Continue reading
While I was doing the top doodle at right (a tree), some wretched person was breaking into my mother’s car and stealing our possessions. Thus although it’s a rather poor sketch, it was… Continue reading
Skritches from trip to Sweden with the good XX. One exhibit centred on a brilliant young Swedish painter [who’s name I cannot remember] – she painted her own aging decay as increasingly abstract,… Continue reading
– of course, sometimes, you realise that you’ve your headphones in, but are not actually listening to anything. Less frequently, the sad black chord is not even connected and just dangles erratically between… Continue reading
These guys know what it’s about, aw yeah. This originally had more of a mural feel. Also, the original drawing in pen (standard, blue stationery pen) was bled white by the solvent in… Continue reading
A post printum depression. And a girl with a sexy cephalopod face. This material can generously be termed “filler”.
Given this relatively extensive preamble, you’d be forgiven for thinking that the product will be remarkable. Not. so.
A repeating print for a blackboard you say? That’s a great idea. Sketchies done for a print idea. Print to follow. It was just a lino-kinda time. It was going to be a… Continue reading
See what I did there? Also, text on leftern side of the page reads: UN:DHR-PANTS: Bespoke disposable nappies printed with the United Nations Declaration of Human Rights: for the discerning despot [ed.] with… Continue reading
Top-mid is Prof. Scott Rickard, at the screening of a film tribute to Alan Turing for this years Science Film Fest in Dublin, entitled “Sentient Computers From The Future Can Manipulate Time But… Continue reading
How remarkable would a cloud have to be to try and sketch out it’s shape, from within a moving car? Remarkable. There was meanwhile a great exhibit in the Crawford on Burke and… Continue reading
“I thought you were dead!” “Well th-*cough*; uh, I’m. I’m not, no.”
John Lynch and a raking of likely souls, the Pavilion.
the National Gallery of Ireland, Dublin. Judas’ face, St John’s arm, and St. Onuphrius’ head. Place full of students.
The face in pencil at mid-lower left was a guy who saw me drawing otehr commuters on the train; he continued to watch me as I drew him down, his face an unreadable… Continue reading
Can’t tell. Very much a “still getting into the swing of things sort of page.