I've had a pretty odd week...one of those ones where I only want to look at the floor, and not too wide, as everything just seems a bit too much. Didn't want to move really...but luckily I have some brilliant friends who are like a shot of prozac when they turn up with cakes, or bring a box of Viennese biscuits 'round.
One of my friends confided in me about something from her childhood, which we were both shocked to find out (as it is quite peculiar) that I had too: A fairy which came to the car window to wish us well on our holiday journeys!!!
She liked to dress hers in appropriate clothes for the weather on their way to Wales, whereas mine came from the cooling towers on the M6, just past Birmingham and just chatted to me on my open window (I always opened it just a chink, even if it was raining...) on our way to The Lake District!
But, apart from this, nothing extroidinary this week, and as I didn't feel up to doing very much, I indulged myself in the detail of everyday textures...
A Fairy Tower...(R.I.P)
When things feel black; sometimes they are...
I wanted to treat myself to crispy bacon rinds...and left them in too long.
There was this black mess left...inside and out.
A mid-week highlight: Brighton has aquired some wall art...of a K6 telephone kiosk exploding in black and white!
So lonely and out of place...
Who were you?
This is me...with a heart and a hole!
It always amuses me to see my name and initials on man-hole covers throughout the country:
It used to make me feel secretly important as a child, especially when 'warrior' was written too...actually it still does!
The possibility behind doors is sometimes too exciting and too frightening at the same time...
I've had a pretty odd week...one of those ones where I only want to look at the floor, and not too wide, as everything just seems a bit too much. Didn't want to move really...but luckily I have some brilliant friends who are like a shot of prozac when they turn up with cakes, or bring a box of Viennese biscuits 'round.
A Fairy Tower...(R.I.P)
A mid-week highlight: Brighton has aquired some wall art...of a K6 telephone kiosk exploding in black and white!
So lonely and out of place... 
Who were you?
This is me...with a heart and a hole!
It always amuses me to see my name and initials on man-hole covers throughout the country:
The possibility behind doors is sometimes too exciting and too frightening at the same time...
...so I sometimes let myself loose on the rocks
Yesterday, I had a look on jaboopee's blog, where she has some witty photos featuring some toy figures. I love seeing figures out of context, and at Christmas I painted the Dalek below, as I was wondering how they'd get on severe weather conditions: I didn't think they'd cope too well, and so then when it snowed in January...we tried them out!
Dalek in Icy Conditions.
Finally, a completely wonderful thing I experienced last Sunday at The Parlure Spiegltent in Brighton, as part of the Festival, was the Orkestra del Sol 
