I lost a sketchbook on a train recently, and all the drawings this week are reconstructions of the characters that disappeared with that book. I was upset at first as hate losing work but thought fuck it, I’m not going to mourn their loss, I’m just going to redo every one. My creations will live again! Mwah ha haaa!
And yet inevitably they all turned out completely different to how they were originally and instead new characters were born, which you now get to see. Is there a moral to this story? I feel like there’s one in there somewhere…let me know if you find it. And if anyone finds my sketchbook can you let me know too please?
Some characters this week from the world of nightlife..ah, how I miss it so. The sights, the sounds, the smells, the people, the energy..they are all very different to their daytime counterparts. Everything just feels more exciting under cover of darkness and I know we were designed to rise with the sun and sleep when it’s gone but I always felt I only really came alive at night…but for now I have to be patient and know that one day or rather one night I will return…
For the record this is balloon head man. Born with a balloon for a head, born to party……
Happy Hell-o-ween! It’s going to be a hell-o-week…
P.s After an extremely thorough investigation by my tech wizard Rob I am afraid to say that as suspected if you are one of my email subscribers who cannot see the image in the body of email there is sadly nothing we can do as it is down to Apple mail blocking the content. As previously mentioned this is a slightly over-zealous attempt to protect you from spam and shit …I just wanted you to know we really really tried and I’m just sorry and annoyed (damn you Apple!) I can’t fix it.
So if you are one of those affected you will forever more have to click on the title of the post to see the image and yes, I know that is a pain and two more seconds of your time but surely for content of this calibre it is oh so worth it..
I shall never speak of this matter again and will now just quietly sulk in the corner…over and out.
I don’t know where these sad, slightly scary, relatively disturbing faces come from..well actually, that’s a lie, they obviousl come from my sad, slightly scary, relatively disturbing psyche. It’s just I’m nor aware of them until they are ejected through the ink in my pen.
Once they appear on the page I look down and I think..who the hell are you, how did you get there and what do you want?
I actually like to think they are all living inside my sub-conscious somewhere just waiting to be released into the real world…I see them gathering in the town square each day (run with it, imagine it’s a Tim Burton animation) and they all cheer and chant as one of them is selected by the mighty pen and ’ascends’,
What they don’t know is they end up trapped in a two dimensional form on a page of my notebook but at least they don’t have to live inside my brain anymore..no-one deserves that.
