Don't look now.

Whatever you do, don't look up either. You never know what is lurking up there. This is Carcassonne, the best time of year to visit for empty places and loads of atmosphere. The light in the sky is like glass and a gusty wind blowing.

Behind the museum of horrors and torture there is a small group of local children. They are strategically  placed by the emergency back door. Everytime they hear a horrendous sound effect coming from inside the building (as the tourists go through the tour) they let out high pitched mosquito -on-acid screams, which in turn prompts the people inside the building to scream even louder as they realise they are listening to the real thing.
It's very funny but then that's why I am here.

S.V.Weiss - Prelude, Sarabande, Gigue - Darko Karajic -

Self portrait

Someday I'll have to get out my water colours...just for the sheer novelty of it all. Biscuit tins of oil paints hardening in the garage. Hundreds of pencils , pens and ink in the cupboards. Packets of chalk and tubes of glue, sequins and marbles, sable brushes, masking tape, every story I have ever typed, endless cameras dating back to 1974, sketchbooks, glass things, ceramic things. I have finally turned into my mother whom my father affectionately called "squirrel" .

Sylvius Leopold Weiss: Fantasie in c minor for baroque lute

Calling up the spirits.

A few pals who dropped by today. Manga studio has great virtual pens which makes drawing a real joy. I can't wait to put these people into a video but I have many projects on the go at the moment and there is a possibility of getting out of here for a few days. Hooray.
One small grape-hyacinth struggling to make a pale appearance.

Electric bird

Kathy Jensen's signature laugh - transcribed