Letters

Oh no! The world of vectors. Another can of worms opening up. Just as I learn one thing I open the door to twenty thousand other things.

The heat is getting to the tourists who are staying at Henry/Invisible wife house. They are throwing cans of food around their kitchen as I water the kiwi plant which is growing awfully fast.

Everywhere is on fire which is scary. The fires here travel faster than galloping horses and happen every year. The skies are full of the drone of helicopters and planes. And since I was a navigator in the second world war in a previous life, the sound of light aircraft give me goosebumps.

Albert the guitarist has turned up in his van just like Snufkin visits Moomin Valley every year. He and Paco are playing on Monday.

Sometimes people come out of the wacom pen and I think..do I know her? Anyway, she's supposed to be in a teashop by a kumquat tree but the person I was doing it for didn't like it so I stuck this on a CD and forgot about it. But I think the person in the drawing is still trying to get out so I'll move her and introduce her to other people living in my wacom tablet.

It is 35 and rising outside. It feels like a desert wind blowing through a deserted set. No laughter, no cars, even the tiny holiday makers next door have stopped crying.

But I am in a good mood possibly because for the first time in two weeks I have actually done stuff today instead of lounging on the sofa like a beached/coughing whale. I'm not a whale really. I'm five two.

Birds of Paradise

A mixture of Artrage using my own templates and Adobe Photoshop 7.0. I really recommend Artrage for the sheer joy of feeling four years old with a brand new box of paints.

I'd like to know what government department is responsible for all the news channels carrying the same story at exactly the same time in Britain. It doesn't matter if it is Sky, BBC or ITV. It can't be chance that their stories parallel each other within split seconds. And, it can't be chance either, that they show nothing except reality shows and repeats unless you take out some sort of monthly package.

In Spain they are isolating cases of swine flu. In Britain they have set up a phone line...for just England. Can you believe that...?

It's the Personality that Counts

One day I will find the perfect pen or brush and I will have run out of ideas by then.

Here's a link to one of my heroes, David Russel...and to think I had the chance to watch him give a day long class near Tarragona but I wimped out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IA0gKdYqLTE

He makes it all look so effortless...!