◌○ diary pages ○◌

Not much to tell, got a new zippy scanner that makes my old one look and feel like a dinosaur. 

I do hate that pile of packaging to dispose of, leaflets and discs to file and the crawling around rearranging leads and wires business. Tis all done now so here's some diary pages that I scanned...

I do love artist's sketch books/journals...much of my recent weeks have consisted of long lists of 'to dos' which isn't half so interesting as balmy summer evenings spent doodling.

I'm heading for my busiest weeks and I'm a flurry of emails, proposals and work.

Having spent ages sorting through my letterpress and Adana stuff I'm longing for a few days practise but it will have to wait...

-{that was the week that was}-

Last week's diary. It was much busier than the pages indicate, after all, I spy spaces. But I usually doodle away whilst on the phone or whilst eating or watching t.v so there was not much of that last week. 

I loved Inglourious Basterds, the latest Tarantino masterpiece. I had to peek through my fingers at some of it as I am less able to cope with violence these days. But the storytelling and characters were magnificent, genius even. And the best baddie in a film, ever. [sorry, Heath Ledger, as the Joker, you did not scare or convince me]

It's been a hot simmery few days but packed away in my little studio space, the sun doesn't get a look in so I've been blissfully unaware. And am remaining a blueish shade of white. Or a whiter shade of pale. Bang the drum for fake face tan. I love it.