Colouring in with Andrew T.

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I spent Monday colouring in with Andrew T.
Here is photographic evidence of his whizzbangery with a pencil.
He’ll be back for more on Friday.
First, though, we’re going to that place where you put your feet in tanks and fish eat the hardened skin from them.
There’ll be some waxing and tinting and then we’ll be back at the coal face with the pencils and sharpener for a marathon colouring session.

I think, I feel, I KNOW, that my less ‘weighty’ outlook on life is partly attributable to TED talks.
TED has, for me, the exact opposite effect that say…SKY news might have, or the BBC news, where the emphasis is on the relentless horror of modern life.
Because, really, a positive outcome is death to a news story.
Keep those chilean miners down the hole as long as possible because once they’re up, once we’ve learned that they’re safe, no one gives a shit about what they’ll be eating for breakfast tomorrow.
Unless it turns out one eats crack for breakfast.
Then it’s all ‘rescued miner is junky crack-eater!’

This picture isn’t about news, or crack, or TED.
I’m not sure what it’s about, but there aren’t any penises in it nor the word cunt!

Maybe ill call it For Everafter Happy Days to the Chilean miners!

70x100cm black ink on Fabriano

I think of this as a ‘religious’ drawing.

Basically, the crying dog is the god/Jesus figure.
Why does he cry?
He cries for all the people I know who died last year.
Does god cry?
Who knows.
But I certainly have done.

The half circle up the top right is the sun.
Right down the bottom on the left is a city.
All those tumbling spirals and so on are the creation of the earth.
It’s like my own personal Cappella Sistina

I am not a reigious person, but I’ve had enough of it surround me for years and years and years that it’s inevitable that I would produce something that ‘feels’, to me anyway, like the creation story.

However, these little spirals also make me thing of fossils and things found underground; proper natural things, not stuff thought up by believers in supernatural creators.

I fear I haven’t explained myself well.

Never mind.

I’ll let the drawing do the talking.

Anyway, whatever it is, it’s finished.

70cm x 100cm, Black ink on Fabriano paper

Listening to TED talks again today.
Listening to Ken Robinsons did it for me big time.
My mind went back to all those uptight teachers at High School trying to force geography down my throat.
Feeling humiliated in science because I couldn’t understand gravity.

This drawing might just be about gravity.

All afternoon long I’ve been listening to talks on TED.
Naomi Klein on climate change and the BP oil spill.
Someone else on the destructive nature of plastic.
Someone else on how we’ve got the rise of China all wrong.
Someone on shame and just how difficult it is to tell each other that we love each other.

Which got me to wondering how I could reproduce my pictures on picnic plates and market them to the vulnerable and unloved but cashed-up Chinese.

New piece and listening to Onpoint on Stieg Larsson.

Sunshine!
70cm x 100cm.
Black ink on Fabriano