Prints are now finally available on Etsy! There are seven dog breeds so far, more to come so contact me to be added to the mailing list for updates on new additions. Here’s the link:
10 Things Learned From 2010
1. You can wear sunglasses in winter if you really want to.
2. When you pull down old sheet-rock from a ceiling, keep your mouth shut.
3. Sometimes hard work won’t pay much, but it will pay off.
4. You only get one mum and she’s fantastic so give her a ring (phone-call not proposal you nut).
5. Somedays you feel like Han, and others you feel like Chewy.
6. If you’re not sure then wing it as if you’re sure, no one knows the difference.
7. Little Jude will grow up thinking Aunty Katie and Uncle Jordan live inside a laptop.
8. Don’t tell anyone what you’re thinking about doing until you’ve done it, otherwise it’s embarrassing if you don’t.
9. I have a million things to be thankful for these days, but nothing more than Katie, she’s bloody brilliant and I can’t get enough of her.
10. 2011 is going to be awesome from the get-go.
This chaotic battle is dedicated to the good friends who’ve helped me out with freelance and commission work recently! You know who you are, I thought this type of thing would be right up your alley.
Your Weekend Horoscope - Have a heart, he’s only a milk maid
Whilst a northeastern gale brings Christmas music the planets are still shopping. You need to be concerned with astral projections that might bring Scorpio into a winning position at Hungry Hungry Hippos. Bounce back and then redeem your status as chancellor of denim.
Wow them at the budget meeting on Friday, I believe in you and we’ve got every confidence in your skills. Leather was a risky choice but your cheekbones really pull it off, congratulations. Buy tofu like it was going out of style and don’t explain why. Take a handful of salt and two boots-worth of cat litter and keep it the hell away from open flames. Your lucky numbers jumped parole and went off the radar, go get them back, now.
Your Weekend Horoscope - Where’s the whisk sheath? I know you had it last.
Resolutions are hard to come by this week, times are unforgiving and the general public will not quickly forget what you did in H&M. The planets are too far away to see for this quarter and so religions will be on a 6% spin cycle for the remaining days. A ginger cat will enter your life by means of motorised scooter delivering kind words. If he needs money you should probably give it to him. No pennies.
Don’t be alarmed, try new eyebrow styles and move away from your usual Monday night kebab-a-thon. Watch a Greek film through a moving fan and remind yourself of old times. From what I read online you totally nailed it with those short denim jackets, great stuff, you look fantastic. Your lucky numbers are off the hook.
Thanks to all those who came along to the big auction last night! It was a fantastic evening, twelve original pieces of work on display, live jazz (though the bass player did not spin the bass, come on) and some cracking wine. A big round of applaus to James Zimmerman for putting the whole thing together as well, jolly good show.
It was great to meet some of the other artists too and learn that the dog sculptures were over 150lbs, thank god I got a cat.
Finished my little series “Dogs I Know”. It’s an all-star line up, the five dogs I see on a relatively regular basis. None of them mine of course although I have had to ‘clean up’ after one or two of them in the past, which can strengthen our bond or destroy it, depending on diet:
Kiki - Craig’s Pomeranian mix, no guard dog but does that thing when a dog cocks it’s head to one side as if it’s saying “huh? What did you say? Food? No? I thought I heard the word food”. She will play dead though if you point your finger and go ‘bang’, or sometimes she won’t and you’ll just look like a right tit.
Lilly - Brandon’s unstoppable Bulldog. Still growing up and finding her way through world, also finding it hard to gain traction on a polished bamboo floor, pretty funny to watch though. It’s not cruel because SHE’S having fun as well, I can tell from that type of whimper, it’s a happy whimper, and happy tears.
Baby (Snags) - Aileen’s rescued Chihuahua that followed her to work one day and never looked back. Very friendly but has a colourful secretive past that he’ll never speak of, graduating from the university of hard knocks in the back alleys of Philadelphia. He carries with him a visual biography of scars that tell the story for him, so don’t ask.
Cassius - Daniel and Nicky’s handsome rescue dog. He was found tied to a fence with a generous layer of snow building on his snout. Now he resides in high style downtown, greying with dignity and proudly remaining far too cool for a dog to be. Sometimes I feel like I’m not quite cool enough to walk next to him so I drop back a few paces, but close enough so that if the paps got a photo of him I might be in it.
Romeo - Dawn’s fantastic honking Chihuahua, sold as ‘teacup’ but believed to be closer to ‘salad bowl’ size. Also referred to as ‘that little bastard’ he’s the cheeky tearaway you can’t help but forgive. He poops with purpose and angst but they’re so small you’re not THAT bothered by them. Unless it’s on your lap, then we have a problem.
I’m pleased with the drawings but they look better in person than the scans I have. They’re drawn on spray-painted thing gauge metal and then scratched into so they catch the light nicely. Give us a ring and you can pop round and have a look at them if you like. Bring wine.