Or even this?

A veiled approach

Woooooooooooooo, I knew I shouldn't have downloaded the latest Corel Painter Demo. I am trying to make my own spray hose nozzle (does that sound faintly medical?) and I even wrote out the tutorial by hand to get the instructions to stick in my brain...but they didn't...and I landed up with this. These veiled ladies are multiplying with the thirty degree heat outside.
Anyway, who was it that mentioned "Cesare Vecellio's Habiti Antichi et Moderni...The clothing of the renaissance world" on their blog? Was it someone from http://www.lastwordonnothing.com/
because I have to say a BIG thank you. I bought this book and love it to bits. It is stuffed full of clothing detail and I only have to glance at a page for a character to fall out the wacom tablet.

San Juan

Having not been down to the village for some days I discover there is a new restaurant on the main drag. The new owners are English. They have placed their newly photocopied menus outside the courtyard. Thirty nine fifty euros for a sea bream...golly...have they not done any research?
There is a new hamburger and ice cream shop opening on the other side of the main drag. Air conditioning, glass terrace overlooking the sea. They will make a fortune.
New Chinese shop over by the health centre. How many Chinese shops can there be in one small town?
It is San Juan. It is birthday of my one and only offspring. The sky is full of fireworks. It is daytime. It is a Catalan thing.

Sara Baras- FlamenJAZZco

Street

The amazing return of Henry...

Aha! The daily tedium of life on the Med is broken this morning by the arrival of a taxi next door, the contents of which...turns out to be long-lost Henry. He is not, as I suspected, buried under the gravel in the driveway but alive and well. Alive and a curious shade of white. Fido is barking and barking, jumping up and down on the frightened taxi driver. The invisible wife does not come outdoors. Is she expecting him? Is she stuffing bin liners with evidence? Where is her usual morning visitor and his bike?
I reckon the shouting will start around six this evening. I'll keep you posted.

Whoaaa...channeling...

1). Click to enlarge.
2).Phone psychoanalyst.

Pokey LaFarge: NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert

Dig those cats...they're solid.

 

These are a few of the people who live on my street. Actually, that is so totally not true. What is it anyway? Is it full moon or something? Did the above in Photoshop yesterday with a new brush I invented.....excuse me while I open the front door...I'm completely spooked this morning...feels like there is a poltergeist in the house...or it did, until I realised the headphones had fallen on the floor and that's where the tinny drumbeat was coming from.....

Slinks off stage left.

MinAfric Orchestra in Terronia (first part)

Like a teatray in the sky.

The air outside is like soup, steely grey clouds hanging over the mountains. The silence is thick.

Uros Baric plays Eduardo Sainz de la Maza's composition La Muerte. www....

Quiz time

 

It's all happening here....erm...I'm really, really, really, really bored and I've been really really bored since seven this morning but not bored while I was drawing this so I may have to do another one...oh and it's only one o' clock so not even time to have a bowl of fish chowder that I made when I was really bored about an hour ago.