My studio

So I've been threatening a while, and here is a rather poor photo of my space. That thar special chair is where I sit, with my little table of paints, and I work on that thar canvas that has its back to you. It's not looking very pretty right now. I bought that pink tub to put my paints in because you can push the edges together and carry it like a bag, so I'd be able to take the paints home. They never come home. Home is for internets.

Behind Baron Von Duck there is my little booth with reference photos and my other paintings and various wonderments. I wish for a bed so I can sleep in there. I love it. I shall miss it next year.

To the left you can see Kelly and Rachel's paintings and Laura's in the foreground.

Tomorrow I shall be there all day, with 79p noodles of joy and delishus bananas. I can't wait :|

Two down...

So I'm half way through my giant canvases, but I'm not allowed to look at the other finished one for a week for my own sanity, so here's this one. It's 6'x4'.
 
Yes there's a nipple. Yes the glass nearly killed me. The photo is awesome, I'll take a better one when I'm sure my lecturers aren't going to make me change anything else.


In other news, stress. STRESS. Oh, and this is the most messed up thing I have ever seen. It is genius.

Gosh, busy busy busy.

So college has been uber stressful, I've been working and now I've gone into flare. Did I mention I have fibromyalgia? I do.

We don't really get Easter holidays when the deadline is so close. So when we were told college was closed Tuesday as well as Easter Monday I had one thought: Kendal time. Why Kendal? Well, my absolutely wonderous e-wife Fiona lives there and I hadn't seen her in a while and it was just far, far away from college.

While rolling around Kendal with Fiona, Kelly and Rachel trying on overpriced hats, Fiona spotted this young fellow and bellowed "OI! YOU! YOUR TSHIRT IS AWESOME!". I promise he was far, far more thrilled than this photo makes out. In fact when we saw him again in Home Bargains (we were buying popping candy) he stayed with us and had coffee! Hoorah! A new friend!

I want an angry T-Rex Tshirt now. Preferably not attached to a 19 year old boy, they leave underwear on the bathroom floor.

Back to the studio tomorrow. I did take photos to put up here... but they made my painting look SO hideous I can't bring myself to share them.