Iris Sleeping

Drawings of Iris sleeping. From life, when she was sleeping.

Mummybabies 3

New stuff soon now and I'm alright lads

Hello blog readers,

I'm finally back online properly, I have done some weird domestic drawings and pseudo-paintings so I have a backlog of things to post. Thanks for bearing with me through this boring time.

I live in a small house made of straw and poo that is one room thick with Bob the tall man who has had his hair cut slightly like John Lennon on the cover of Sgt. Pepper, moustache inclusive.

I'm still pregnant, for your reference the baby is due on the 8th of March. I know it's hard to keep track of other people's reproduction. Presently I have a massive cold and am feeling very sick and ill today. But the devil will find work for idle hands to do.

Looking forward to making the best of the nice things the internet brings, friends and talent and nice pictures. I didn't miss it for its own sake, only its possibilities.

Interrupted Cow Boys

I started drawing brokeback mountain cowboys but I got distracted.





Angel cats landed in my ideas.





Then there were the Colepexies.

Slobbering Alpha Pooches

Barely dry disrobing cushiony demon lady

Here's my latest lady painting.

She came out a little bit demonic, also more detailed and heavily worked than the last one. This is fine but I might even go back and do a simpler version, broader strokes and all that...






Don't forget my ebay stuff!

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.