Wednesday 22 November 2017

RIP Rodney Bewes (1937 - 2017)











Ooh, what happened to you, whatever happened to me?

What became of the people we used to be?

Tomorrow's almost over, today went by so fast

It’s the only thing to look forward to - the past. . .



"You'll get yer money, Bob."

Tuesday 21 November 2017

POST 17: SHELTER






















Taking shelter under a rainbow of the eccentric British fantastical became a short, colourful indulgence within the spread of the whole planned volume.

One that also referenced the teetering edge of our politics, ecology and community health situations since the series began in 2004; The ruddy-cheeked Brexiteers, the dull blood stains on a Yorkshire pavement, the bright yellow hair of a nation's favourite blowhard.

Who wouldn't take shelter in the face of these things. . ?

POST 16: MEDICAL SUPPLIES


Fortuitously I was able to self-medicate in a bid to cure these lurking toxic uncertainties.
Calling upon avatars of a certain Timelord.
A green satin caped Jon one from 1973, a capering pair of colourful Bakerboys from the 80s and a resolute, saintly Paul from The Wilderness Period.
They saw off the worst of it.


POST 15: 4 a.m Clammy


The Man Who Haunted Himself.


POST 14: MY OWN WORST. . .


The road to creative satisfaction – through what ends up being a very busy period – is fraught with quiet anxieties and questions.
The Road Most Travelled, ironed out in the usual black-clad A5 sketch book.


Sunday 19 November 2017

POST 13: NUCLEUS


Personal drives, inspirations and motives shape everything at a base level invisible to the naked eye.




POST 12: IMAGE & WORD


All flavoured by the palette of autumn, my spiritual season. . .


POST 11: WORD & IMAGE. . .


Events overtook my initial plan of setting out a series of 30 posts in the lead-up to the Small Publishers Fair 2017 - which actually took place nearly two weeks ago.
However, I'm going to retrospectively complete my plan - for the record.

So - casting my mind back. . . The journey towards the edition continues as the days tick tock away through later October. . . My trusty notebook begins to amass thoughts in writing alongside images.