Friday 21 September 2012

TIME IS OF THE VANILLA ESSENCE

3 MINUTE SKETCHES USING  
MY FAVOURITE  
MOST BELOVED COMBO: 
THE SLICCI AND WATERPEN.
I WANTED TO STEER CLEAR OF MY USUAL  
INTENSE FOCUS TO DETAIL AND JUST ENJOY  
THE MOVEMENT OF MY PEN AND THE  
FAST-PACED CAPTURING OF EXPRESSION.
A SOMEWHAT THERAPEUTIC EXERCISE  
COMPARED TO MY USUAL BUMP AND GRIND. 
I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A COMIC BOOK NUT AND  
AM FEELING MORE AND MORE INCLINED TO  
START WORKING ON SOMETHING OF MY OWN.           








   

Monday 17 September 2012

WE ALL HAVE OUR FAT DAYS

FIORENTINA PIZZA WITH EXTRA SALAMI,  
CHICKEN BIRYANI, 
GARLIC NAAN BREAD,  
MUSHROOM BAAJI, 
 POPPADOMS WITH MANGO CHUTNEY,  
CHICKEN IN BLACKBEAN SAUCE, 
SPECIAL FRIED RICE,  
CHICKEN CURRY,  
CHICKEN FRIED NOODLES,  
SAUSAGE AND MASH,  
PRAWN COCKTAIL,  
SMOKED SALMON WITH CREAM CHEESE,  
EGGS, BACON, SAUSAGES, MUSHROOMS AND TOMATOES,  
CARAMEL SHORTBREAD,  
CHEESE CAKE,  
FUDGE CAKE,
CARROT CAKE,
LEMON CAKE,
COFFEE AND WALNUT CAKE,
BIRTHDAY CAKE (HAPPY BIRTHDAY)
CHICKEN KEBAB, 
CHIPS AND DIPS,
BATTERED SAUSAGE AND CHIPS,
SAUSAGE ROLLS,  
CHICKEN SUPER NOODLES,
CHIPS AND GRAVY,
TOASTED EVERYTHING, LOTS OF SALT,  
I JUST REALLY REALLY ENJOY EATING. 
 
I DIDN'T EAT ALL THAT IN A DAY BY THE WAY,  
THAT WOULD BE FILTH.
I DIDN'T EAT ANY OF IT AT ALL (LIAR)
NOTE, THIS ISN'T A SELF PORTRAIT  
ALTHOUGH IT PROBABLY SHOULD BE.

Sunday 16 September 2012

SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW...

FULL OF REMORSE, I AM A NEGLECTFUL BLOG OWNER.
THINGS HAVE BEEN WILD IN CRUNCHVILLE  
RECENTLY JUGGLING JOBS AND LIFESTYLES 
(MOSTLY JUST PLAYING XBOX  
AND READING COMICS.)

HERE IS A MOLESKINE PORTRAIT I FELT INSPIRED  
TO PEN WHILST LOOKING THROUGH A BOX OF OLD  
PHOTOS IN MY GRANDADS EMPTY HOUSE. 
AT THIS POINT IN MY LIFE IT HAS BECOME APPARENT  
TO ME JUST HOW MUCH PHOTOGRAPHS  
FREAK ME OUT. 
ESPECIALLY OLD PHOTOGRAPHS OF MYSELF,
(THIS BEING ONE OF THEM.)
FOR ME IT IS LIKE LOOKING AT ANOTHER LIFE, 
ONE TAINTED WITH REJECTION AND  
DISAPPOINTMENT IN MYSELF
(OH HOW WE ONLY REMEMBER THE BAD!)
I WASN'T PRETTY ENOUGH OR  
MASSIVELY OUTSPOKEN OR CONFIDENT.
I WANTED TO BE  
JUDY GARLAND.
BALLET WAS MY THING.
MOST NIGHTS I WOULD TRAIN TO COMPETE,  
TO BE THE BEST I COULD BE. 
I DON'T THINK I WILL EVER LOVE SOMETHING  
AS MUCH AS I LOVED TO DANCE.
ANYWAY TO CUT A LONG STORY SHORT,  
WE ALL KNOW WHAT THESE THINGS RESULT IN: 
FOR THE LUCKY FEW A ROMANTIC CAREER,  
FOR ME A HANGOVER  
AND A TAKEAWAY.
I'M NOT BITTER, I LOVE MY LIFE.
IT JUST MAKES ME SAD ON  
OCCASSION WHEN I STUMBLE  
ACROSS THAT LITTLE GIRL  
IN THE RED SHOES  
WITH SO MUCH PROMISE.
HOW MUCH I'D LOVE TO TELL A 2-18 YEAR OLD ME  
"DON'T LET ANYBODY TELL YOU  
THAT YOU AREN'T GOOD ENOUGH" (CLICHE)