Everybody likes little things (I returned with better company and a terrible Pic-Nic)

Treated Myselfffffff

To a Darbotz sketchbook, prettypretty, and some painted wooden affairs.

Hamster Burn

Been left alone in the house with some sailor jerry's remnants and i'm still being amused by the scanner..

also I've been told off by T. Bedford, apparently the fact that Octopi is the plural of Octopus is a common misconception, and it's acually 'Octopusses'.

Retarded Octupi & Glass Hearts (ready to shatter)

I can make Glass Octopi (Octopus, individually) now, the good ones i sell but the top image is of a selection of the ones in which the eyes were too big or the legs too squiffy and i thought they made such a good team!
If anyone would like a retarded octopus necklace, let me know

:D

as for the other stuff, I made it all on my propane torch in the kitchen,
gave myself a horrible burn, it's beyond disgusting as i put a spray plaster on it so it's just a big red shiney mess!

This aside, I've adapted myself a pretty big sketchbook for this "Escape" malarkey. Started looking at stuff by Man Ray, what an amazing name for a man!(Ray)

p.s. all the glass stuff's for sale, pay me through the 'Dam

Scannerrrr!

Workyworkworkwork

It's about Davey Jone's Locker, apparently..

Screen-printing over real SLR type photos (I really need to find out the technical term, basically none of this digital tosh.), these are 4 out of the final 16. Not the best final piece I've handed in by a long shot but that's subject to opinion really.

Handed in all of 72 hour late, damned illness!

Glass-time!
:D

Also,

Go see the baby things at Temple Newsham, it's freeeeee!

I went to Manchester today,

"Spooning Couple" by Ron Mueck is one of the wierdest, most amazing things you would ever see. It's a lot smaller than you think, and so much more life-like..

Synopsis.

.. An introduction to March.

Mother's Day Bouquet, on the cheap.

From Glasgow Museum of Transport (it's free entry and i needed a wee), little things make me appreciate the whole thing a lot more.

& you can't be honest whilest saying Mr. Happy doesn't melt your heart.




I couldn't help but love Glasgow a little bit more than a lot at night, this was on the walk back from a charity gig at the theatre bar hosted by a band entitled "Blind Mary and the Crypps". If you're ever lucky enough to be in the same town as them, throw everything else down and go for the experience, it wasn't only heartwarming but also hilarious and there was a singalong about Hitler.


Also, if you ever end up in Glasgow for a few days, go to the Kelvingrove Park & Gallery then to Tony Macaroni for lunch (Up Argyle Street then off on the right), you'll find it by the amazingly tempting specials board. There you'll get offered a wee pudding by an incredibly scottish waitress who'll quickly get back in to character and leave with a "Grazie".



Back in Leeds, Joes Well. Remember that guy from Art Attack, Neil Buchanan?
We sang with him, and I've never been so happy.

Norman liked muffins,

New Blog, ey?

I've never had a blog before,
no idea what i'm doing
:)