Potter and Unicorns

Magic and mystery: Harry Potter and 2 unicorns.

The first three Supermen

 Backdated digital stuff from last year. Superman is one of my favourite subjects, the reasons are many. Or 'because of reasons' as teenagers say on the internet.

Mummybabies 3

Sloppy Pale Tiger

I painted a watercolour picture.

I'm not sure either Ruskin or John K would approve of it, but I am sort of excited on my own behalf about watercolour at the moment, and sometimes you have to do things on your own behalf, even if they don't fit with anything else.






It's based on an old postcard I had of an ancient Greek mosaic, which I've always come back to.

Booby Lady

Here is Smiling Booby Lady II!





(I might change the title one day.)

She's a bit ghoulish, but she was mainly an excercise in using up paint.

How do Lions get in there?

This is Sleep Lion of the Graveyard.

Galavanting Pout-pards

It's Frivolity Friday!

Or Experimental Friday or something.

I tried to reinvent the feline... with only medium sized success.

There's no end in sight to the bloating

Creepy alluring doll boys have evolved....





I participated in a superior exchange of MySpace comments with my friend Josh the other day. It was a collection of observations of changing wrestler physicalities, which included the following words... I wonder if you can guess which of the words came out of MY brain:

'I always fancied Cena as something of a celery stalk & pencil eraser hybrid...with bits of dead monkey face glued on throughout.'

'and how about his thighs!? Thighs to Randy are what forearms are to Popeye! Some months their more solid and other months they wiggle.'

'I worry that roids have made his face inflate'

'I know I can talk to you about these things, Josh. Most people woould find my preoccupation with the cutes and the uglies of wrestler physiognomies hard to understand.'





'Still I've got a lot of value out of that inflatey face and them little deep set glassy doll eyes.'

'Re Randy's thighs: I could really start a whole seperate blog about them, only people would think me mentally subnormal. the thighs have always been exceptional. Exceptionally enormous, but not in a grotesque way. he gets away with it due to nicely proportioned long limbs. They're kind of one of the more consistent aspects of him. They are sometimes more wobbly, and I'm not bothered either way really. But you see, thighs don't have eyes on them to get swamped in growth hormone flesh til they become mere pinpricks, so the face is the main area for anxiety.'

'But thighs with eyes... an interesting thought.'






'I think most great wrestlers combine pig ugliness with aching handsomeness to a degree.'

'I intended to begin a new era called 'twistycute'.'

'The Rock.. did you see Raw? He was on it... he looks bloody weird these days... like Latoya Jackson or.. I can't quite put my finger on it... his face is oddly skeletal now he's presumably sans roids.. he's hollowed out, he has an oddly androgynous surgery-fied kind of head. Am I making any sense?'






'I have observed in the past that his pecs seem to inflate precisely in proportion to how famous his opponent is at the next PPV, for Hogan they were immense.'

'I know he hasn't had surgery, or probably not, but his nose now has a sort of delicate porcelain look like it might fall off.'

'I think The Rock resembles a dried up bean of some kind. I'm not sure WHICH bean..but a bean. He's always possessed a bit of "beanage" to me...but now, with his more skeletal features, he looks like he's been pruning under the sun for a bit.'

'....At least his farmer/handler was kind enough to baste that face of his in lotion, to give him that blinding shine!'





'Randy's dad sort of looks like Terry Funk after having been stung 1,000 times in the face by killer bees.'

'There's no end in sight to the bloating; like a loaf of bread with WAY too much yeast in it left in the oven far too long. Explosion looks inevitable. Yet, those tiny shark/doll's eyes maintain their position.'





This next one includes the influence of an ancient Chinese lion statue on the upper left hand face, believe it or not. Or... hang on, maybe it was the drawing that suggested that this man could be an grinning bug eyed lion. It might not look like much but I followed it with several more with more specific lion activity. So I'll post those soon.

All of these rough sketches are beginning to give me clues as to which parts to elaborate, evolve and follow up on. Things could explode exponentially unless I excercise some discernment. Every scrap could potentially asexually produce many monsters.

A tribute to my cats

I was going to post drawings, but I thought I'd stall and post some cats. I wouldn't want to get repetitive with all the wrestlers and the bats and all. Punctuate it a bit.

Maybe it's wet and soppy to talk about my cats. But they are a daily part of my life, for now they are my family in fact, and they are my only company during the day. I feel very close to them and I often worry about what might become of them if Bob and/or I have to move away. It's probably a silly worry. I worry, but I am working on it.

This is Joyce. She is the mother of the other two. She is very neurotic and possibly has cat obsessive compulsive disorder. She washes herself a lot. She's quite a tiny kitty. She likes eating person food, even if it makes little sense. She's upwardly mobile. Last night she chose to eat broccoli instead of corned beef.









Stephen is the favoured son, in that he gets wapped round the face by Joyce less often than his brother. Everyone loves Stephen. He is a massive, humungous barrel chested fat glossy bastard of a cat. He has the softest fur and ears in the world and he's so inky black that he's quite hard to photograph. He is extremely good natured and easy to get along with. He has emotional intelligence and therapeutically tactile stomach flab.









Then there is Hal, who is one of the most singular life-forms I have ever met. He was the runt of the litter, but he's not that much smaller than Stephen, he just has tiny ears and a skinny tail.





Hal spends all the time he can outside in the garden amongst nature, because he finds human things like doors and carpets scary and unpredictable. In the spring he sits and stares at a single flower for six hours at a time. He always knows when we're talking about him, even when we don't mention his name. He lets us know this by giving a unique squeaky staccato miaow. He has a exceptionally varied range of vocal expression, possibly because he doesn't really understand that he's a cat.

In fact, we had a theory at one point that he might not be a cat, he might be an owlbear.

he shakes his paws a lot and walks as though literally walking on eggshells. He has flaky skin and nipple crusts and scaly paws, and is technically a mutant, but may have the prettiest face of all the cats. You can see his soul knocking about inside.





Here's Hal on the left and Stephen on the right:





Here are Joyce and Stephen being affectionate on Bob's lap.

I think Stephen knows when he's being photographed and poses.





We were given the cats to look after when we lived in Brighton, city of posers and assymmetric hair decadence. It was originally going to be a temporary arrangement, so the names were only going to be temporary names. But they were the names that felt right.

I love them and value them a lot. It feels good for my soul to be friends with animals. They are a wonderful part of my life during this stretch of youthful semi-settledness.

Drawings and all that will follow.

P.S. Thank you Eddie for writing about me, and thank you the people who commented, that really made my day.

I Make Your Ankle Hurt

Randy is more advanced than Kurt, in the sense of being further along the line of my understanding his face.

Kurt looks slightly feminised and slightly baby-like in my pictures. He’s all tender round the edges for the time being.






More dragon.






Primitive Kurt Angle studies. He has some whopping big expressive blue eyes, I do not have a handle on them yet.





There’s a tender little oil painting based on wrestling.

Not feeling too texty tonight. Have a look at my texty blog if you want text. I done plenty.

Bye bye,

Love from Chloe.