The indifferently dull stupor of the weather in Greater London has me pondering upon different realities.
I want to be Andy Warhol - slinging milkshakes at Serendipity 3; shavings of chocolate and relatively well-tailored suits. Let me reconfigure my original statement; I do not want to be Andrew Warhola nor Andy Warhol - I just want an excuse to feel a palpable sense of sucrose on my tongue. He just happens to be an artist who likes sugar.
Now - I work on a new abstract artwork in Autodesk Sketchbook Pro. With sickly pink and lichen - and big Eastern eyes. My orbs. Thankfully, the work has not gone through an ugly phase; as if I could ever create something “ugly.”
Fort Thunder was attractive; from the location of the warehouse, to the makeshift barracks littered with stuff toys. Oh, and Brian Chippendale - I always think about Ninja. Great panels. Ugh, and that song “Big Rock Candy Mountain” - it is always humorous when Hayley sings it. Everyday, I try and state to myself -
“Humour is not important.”
But everything makes me laugh. The lyrics of the preceding hymn make me giggle … even kick my feet.
