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Saturday, 2 January 2010

The Wrong Present


These ladies turned up again. A little late for the new year but they mean well. They are as real to me as the invisible lady next door...who is real...because she just rang the doorbell looking for the number of a man that fixes televisions. The usual man is in are all the usual people here right now.
Anyway, she's much smaller than I remembered her.
Here's a bit of music that makes me want to fall over and watch the starry sky.

Thursday, 31 December 2009

Happy New Year

Thanks for dropping by. I've met really nice people who have pointed me in all directions, made me laugh, given me music, kept me company, sent emails and generally made my year more pleasant. All the best to you in 2010 and keep in touch.

Wednesday, 30 December 2009

Or This?

Looks completely different.

Up in Arms

I mean like where did this come from? It always happens when I'm playing with fractals. I was also going through the paintbrush library and found these arms. Then, quite suddenly, the whole image fell together and looks like some sort of anti war poster. Takes a lot longer without the tablet but I would have probably put fifty squiddley million more...oh good, the pile driver just started up.

Tuesday, 29 December 2009


Three o' clock and the pile driver at the other side of the garden starts. Dukka, dukka, dukka, dukka and so on for the next four hours or until it gets dark. I'm starting to crack. Headphones on and Sting turned up FULL.

The above is actually a fractal made in Ultrafractal 4.0. The arrows in Adobe Illustrator 2. It's driving me nuts because if I understood it all I would be able to virtually channel in images from other universes. As it is, someone stole my new Wacom tablet while winging its way from Amazon. I hope Mr Slippery fingers knows what he stole and isn't using it as a coffee mug mat.

Oh, and googlebot in Mountainview...stop crawling around my blog.

Sunday, 27 December 2009

Puppet Master

You're either a puppet person or you are not. I thought I was going to go insane when I once went to a mother's playgroup and we all had to sit in a circle with our teeny children. The woman next to me wore a glove puppet on one hand and I never heard her normal voice once in the long, long hour my daughter and I were stuck there. I'm sure her poor child went quite mad growing up with that.

My daughter and I got trapped in a church service in England once. The minister/vicar started on about worms rising out of the soil. We didn't like that either. I had only taken her in to show her what a British church looked like inside. Honestly, it was like being in an episode of Midsomers.