Hanging out with fleas, are we?

It seems like I need to get used to logging into to me wee ol' blog here.

Well how about this? I just watched a snippet about Tracey Emin holding a stall at the Christmas Flea Market held at the Tate. Call me a cynic, but 'coasting off of one's reputation' springs to mind. Art folk, jee. Don't mind me, I think I'm just a little shocked at the far from pretty face. I don't think I've ever seen the woman behind the unmade bed before.

Me-ow.

To leave on a brighter note, check out this:


'Bleeding hearts' by Krista Huot. What can I say? It's a favourite. Ten points to anybody that lets me know how to pronounce Krista's surname.

I have a few unfinished sketches to go up, but a little too unfinished to make it yet. Watch this space.

I think this is the future.

http://www.dialog05.com/index.html

Sitting here like a slob..

When I get everything done, I'm allowed to open my Hat book. It looks so nice, and red.

Slob slob slob; yes, I'm still in my pyjamas.

Woodland Scene

Finally starting to appreciate the magic of freshly sharpened pencil. No more slobbery for me.

There's no colour in this little oodle yet, but I'm currently having Photoshop difficulties. When I say Photoshop difficulties, in this instance I mean that I'm having a little trouble remembering the in's and out's of what I'm trying to do. Poor sis got the hand drawn version for a birthday card rather than what could have been a souped up colour bonanza. What a loser.

(How big do images display on BSp? We shall see...)