Better than Mine

Adam gave me a new sketchbook embossed with this message.  
Something to ponder every time the book is opened.....


An evening working at the kitchen table with JT, he making New Year cards.
Me making a cover for the other side of this Better than Mine book...
.....so as to preserve the provocation alongside my own cover!

a packet of Peanut from Donna Wilson!

..... a lovely parcel arrived this week.......
After much deliberating between the various creatures 
I requested a peanut, {ostensibly} for the small human.  
He joins Red Ed and various other of Donna's makings 
that live around the house. 

the disgruntled cat

Muckle is unimpressed by not being able to sleep on 

my bump, or sit on my lap so mainly has this face at the moment.  

Legs, neck, shoulder are still fair game.

lanky daffs

....the cats can't resist a lanky daffodil, finding a 
barely breathing daffodil on the kitchen floor is 
no isolated incident.

Künstlerisches spielzeug - spielerische Kunst

Just received a CD of images from Galerie Handwerk in Munich with images of the show I was part of {trio of heads in the top photo} - great to see the other work there including another artist based in Bath, Edwina Bridgeman {third photo down}

John Wyndham

......the 3 books that I'm reading/being read to from... 


The Chrysalids is one of my favourite books
I'm a big Wyndham fan, I first read this as a teenager.  
The book choice in our house growing up was romance or sci-fi.
I went with sci-fi.  


Interesting to read about a post apocalyptic crazy nature mutation world, 
whilst simultaneously reading Moss and Mabey's stories of natural England!

tidy buds and not so tidy buds

an experiment - starting in the middle, moving outwards, drawing with 2 pencils with both hands at the same time...

arrrrrrr summer

 

...dreaming of summer and car-boots and bare feet.....

being someone's home

This is me, JT and someone else....

I'm that someone's home at the moment, not for much longer...
I'm also a radiator which is perfect for winter.  
But I'm not such a good climber of hills
or squeezer through spaces 
or a lap for a cat.


I'm quite good at sitting and watching and looking out windows.
Time has gone weird - my diary is beautifully empty
Everyone is waiting, it feels like the house is waiting.
In it are mysterious things, small scale things that do and don't belong to us.

Jean Dubuffet

This piece has great form and a fascinating visceral gruesomeness {Lucy pointed me toward it after my last post}. Tree of fluids by Jean Dubuffet (From Tate collection).....I feel like I'm looking down from the steering wheel of a steam roller....