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Ah so my sister moved out of home. Boo boo sob sob. I’m all lonely and sad..

…except…

My mum has let me turn her now empty room into a “studio.”

My big fat plans to be able to paint ginormous paintings have come true.

This one is a big old gal. 1 metre by 1 metre. She isn’t quuiiiiiite finished but as always, I will show you the almost dry, almost finished version.

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The Real Deal won’t be greatly different. A few more layers on the old sharpie and she is good to go.

This is exactly what I meant when I said that I would much rather wait until I paint something that I love rather than showing off things that I can’t stand the sight of. I am well happy with this one.

In unrelated news, the more avid of readers out there will know that I recently posted about my friend Steph. She is raising money for the mental health charity Mind.

She has done phenomenally well and raised her £1000 target in less than 24 hours. She tore her target a new one! As a result she bumped the baldification forward 6 weeks and will be shaving her noggin on Friday. If you’re curious as to what I am doing this weekend, I can tell you now that it will involve mass alcohol consumption and a good old go with a pair of hair clippers.

http://www.justgiving.com/the-baldification-of-steph

She is so brave it makes my eyes water a little bit. She has helped me endlessly over the years. Times when I’ve wanted nothing more than to hide in my bed for a week and work my way through a variety pack of Walkers, she has forced me up and out and cheered me up endlessly. A bloody massive great big heart. And shortly, an alarmingly shiny scalp.

We need to get this up to £2000.

Come on!

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Sometimes I question my sanity. No, no. I know that sometimes you question my sanity too. That’s cool, that’s okay. We’re all a big bunch of crazies. Crazy collective.

Sometimes I will refuse to walk on the cracks on the pavement. Sometimes I chew gum and then suddenly out of no where I will get the urge to throw up. I don’t, I won’t. I might.

All I can hope is that some day it will be all over the feet (or face) of someone of whom I care very little for. 

Nonsense is easy sometimes. 

Anyway, it’s easy to get carried away.

My initial thoughts blossomed into something truly odd above there.

Anyway, I’ve had a super jazzy, super productive day. I even dusted off my trainers and went for a run. 

Albeit, brief. 

So leading back to birth of this blog post – I went for a run. The Reason That This All Began.

Fair isle patterned socks covered with squirrels, check! A body covered in lycra, check! 

Now, instead of taking with me anything I may need – water, phone, keys..

Wedged a packet of Marlboro lights into my sports bra. Is this counterproductive? 

Whatever.

Okay, so my sister and I have been using Photo Booth like no one ever has before. These photos will fuel my artistic endeavours for the proceeding weeks. 

Watch this space.

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Yeah that’s my belly!

So yeah. I’ve thrown the towel in on my 365. It was nothing personal I assure you. I was struggling too much and I didn’t feel that I was producing enough posts of worth.

A big learning curve. And I got stuck in a corner approximately half way through the race. Were this Mario Kart, I have slipped on a banana and then I have been eaten by a ghost. Strapped to a rocket and been fired somewhere towards Jupiter.

I don’t know, I’m bullshitting. I’ve never been into computer games. Does that happen? I don’t know. I don’t care.

My brain isn’t wired that way.

Yawn, yawn, yawn.

I was going to leave the above picture as the curve of the face and the blob of the jaw shadow. As ever, I got a little Sharpie happy. Before I knew it I had drawn an ear. It’s all downhill from here, folks.

I hope you are all good and well!?

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I haven’t left you. I’ve left me.

Better to wait and have something to say and do, swing your arms around and show then to fluff up shit with shit and space fillers.

I’m sorry.

It’s not you, it’s me.

My stubborn temperament fuelled me for a while. Kept me going.

Well the going gone gave up the ghost.

Now it’s good words, good work, and good news.

Look at this nice spangly one. Look how it shines.

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Do not fear, for I am still here if you need me.

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Please excuse the shitty marks all over the wall. I am a messy painter. A really, really messy painter.

This is an old one. I repainted it after an accident involving my mum’s big elbows and a forgotten half drank glass of orange squash. I would not go as far as to say she did me a favour as such, but I do prefer this version to the original. Whatevs, an accident is an accident.

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Hey – I hope none of you have missed me too much! Needed a few days off y’know.

Are you feeling charitable? Well, click on this handy link below and ch-ch-ch-check it out.

https://www.justgiving.com/the-baldification-of-steph

One of my bestest friends is doing an incredibly brave thing to raise bare dollah for a charity very close to her heart. She is very close to my heart. Do some clicking, do some donating.

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