The Blog You Have Been Waiting For.

Poo, bum, willy and fart. How about that for a blog post. All you looking at my blog with your fingers and eyes... STOP PRESSURING ME! I am only one man. But on a more slightly less rantish note, thanks for pressuring me as I would never have kept this up for as long as I have.

To all my regulars out there, thanks for listening and sending me emails, I appreciate every one. Good night children and may Odin watch you all.

Turner Contemporary.

I had an adventure up a mountain, but before I post about that I want to first tell you about the wonder that is the Turner Contemporary in Margate.

Yes, I know there was mixed emotions about putting a contemporary art gallery in what is often thought to be a dying, if not dead holiday location, but I would say I was pleasently surprised if I did not hold my judgement before experiencing it for myself.

On the whole, I was pleasently surprised...

I will not go into what the art work was like nor shall I tell you stories of the artists' work that was on display, instead I will be giving you some insight as to what the gallery itself is like so hold on to who ever is nearest and read on my friends.

It was rather lovely if not a little smelly when out side. Sea breaze is often not as romantically pungent as one may often lead themselves to believe. The inside was clean and the staff were helpful and easily approachable. They also have a massive lift but I shall dedicate more time on that later. The gallery may be a little small but it utilises the space it has very well. In fact I would go as far to say if I suffered both agoraphobia and claustrophobia, I would be in perfect harmony.

Without spouting nonesense any further I shall leave you with a summary; good gallery for where it is and a little smelly outside.

Google+

I have been on Facebook for some time and I have not had a bad word to say about it since first joining. But something concerns me. Since I have joined up to the latest big deal social networking site, I have found myself some what loathing Facebook. WHY?

I wonder how far I need to explore my online prejudices before I discover I am in fact some Digital Nazi. Have I some deep rooted memories of Mark Zuckerberg killing butterflies when I was a minor character of life? Maybe Dustin Moskovitz punches cats for fun and I am picking up on his negative energies? Maybe, just maybe, this link has all the answers...

http://xkcd.com/918/

Thanks for listening.

Cosmic Martial Arts.

I punched time earlier today. Or was it tomorrow? I think things are out of linear order now. I sure hope I remeber to post this yesterday...

Bred in Captivity.

Sometimes when I hold a pencil, I feel like the impossible son of Frankenstein, Dawin and John Hammond.

The power is limitless and extremely intoxicating.




How else can one splice a fox with a rabbit and force it to grow antlers?

Poké-art.

I was commissioned to create an eight inch statue of the well loved and respected of all the pokémon: Skitty. It was made from Super-Sculpey (which I highly recommend) with a wire frame, padded with tin foil. Much like the good people at Super-Sculpey suggest on the side of their box. Please feast your eyes upon perhaps the cutest creation I have ever had the pleasure of creating, behold...

Another one on Facebook.

I am now on Facebook. Sometimes one has to reach out like the roots of a dying tree, thirsty for attention in order to gain some eye time. I wonder if any one 'likes' me yet...

That's right, another post! II

I do love new years resolutions. But sometimes a post a week can be demanding on even the hardest of souls.

As you may have seen from an earlier post, my self portrait, although swimming in potential, has still got far to go before joining the ranks of the few completed paintings I have amassed. The next stage to my painting technique is to add to the darkest portion with black to give me a sense of real definition as opposed to meer possible potential, which I will say once again, it is almost drowning in.

The next stage is where the magic happens, or at least the flavour.


This stage in the creation has affectionately been named "The Panda" stage. I have faith in you that you can work out why.

I will not tire you with why the particular colours were chosen, instead I'll explain a little why they are where they are. Instead of concentrating on the shades and highlights on the subject and using the appropriate and equivilant tones, I instead use different colours to represent this.

It's all very exciting...