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Category: RL

RIP Brian the cat

My helpful assistant of many blog posts took against the big snow we had here. His ashes were scattered in the wild bit across the road where he spent many happy hours ignoring the lure of the cat treats.

amongst the household the amount of minor injuries will plummet.

So it goes



Error: Low Spoons – Reboot?

No pictures this week, I’m giving myself a breathing space to catch up. The last little while has been quite hard in RL, but I woke up this morning feeling things were more manageable again.

There are a slew of posts to catch up on, some of which might appear before tomorrow when this is scheduled. (Or not, but they are appearing now. 25:4:16)
Summer term starts this week at Morley College, with new projects to look forward to. I haven’t abandoned Starcharts or the Eleventh Dimension: they are just leaving off for a little editorial soaking right now.
I’m pleased to say that the more I learn how much there is to know about printing the happier I am. The next six weeks is a more in depth look at etching techniques. Before Easter I went out and bought some nice ink in blue and red so you might be able to guess the subject matter of the plates. I’m looking forward to seeing what kind of results I get. The final half term of the year is about producing a series of narrative dry points. It’s been a long time since I showed anything much representational here on my blog, so we’ll see how that goes. Let’s just say I brought some Spring Green ink along with the cerulean and ruby red.
Thank you for you patience.

A desiccated corpse

There actually is a picture of said corpse below the fold. You have been warned.

This post should probably have been called ‘uses for that engineering degree part ii’, but a bit of mummification is better click bait.

So in real life we are getting a new shed type object for the garden. Which will involve a lots of doing now the talking part has taken place. Read the rest of this entry »

My Dad’s Chair

Yesterday I was thinking about stuff, and how it passes though your life. When we were little my Dad always sat in a bent wood arm chair at the table. When he died my brother had the chair. I would recognise it anywhere: the colour, the grain on the seating. When I tried to draw it though I wasn’t sure of its geometry. What was the back like? How many legs? Legs?

Here’s a drawing.

This is not a chair

This is not a chair

Then I realised that yesterday Dad would have been been 72
Happy Birthday Dad.


Mourning jewelery


It’s handy being practical sometimes. You can russel up things when you need them.

I think I’m begging to get the hang of necklaces. Next time start the supplementary strings nearer the centre. So these isn’t too much at the back of the neck. But these band pieces are always going to be a bit strange as they have very little weight. They don’t hang right and wiggle all over the place. Also take care there are no mistaken twists…