The Queen and her Grandson

Wow, the title of that last post seemed pretentious, didn't it? It was just trying to be a description, but instead comes out like I'm trying to allude to Debussy, and be especially deep and all. I've just been drawing stuff, mainly inspired by what I see on the web and television. I'd much rather be outside sketching, but it's too cold for that.



Left one of my sketchbooks behind in Thailand! I really want them to send it back, but instead my friend Anan there says he's keeping it for me for when I come back. Waaah! I do want to come back, but I want my sketches, as well.

Been a little down over what happened there, but since others are much more affected than I, thought I wouldn't whine about it. My collaborator on the Thailand show, Peter Mantello (actually, the show was his idea, and he did most of the groundwork, and was a little pissed off when I came over and scooped up most of the glory) went to Phuket beach for Christmas, and could have been washed away with his family. But luckily they left a few hours earlier, turning down the offer of a free room for Boxing day. Hope Peter doesn't mind me telling that story.

I'm working on a revamp of my personal website, and also a site for the "Ink on the Edge" exhibition, and hope these will launch soon. Still dealing with personal lassitude, though have gotten a couple of little contracts this month which prove my freelance employers haven't forgotten about me. But the life is hard, and am still not making enough money to afford the glamourous, jet-setting lifestyle I feel I deserve.

The above is a picture of the Queen and her Nazi grandson. Not that they look like themselves. I don't draw these from life. Mostly screwing around with my sketchbook when I'm in the mood, which is often just before going to bed, or some other time when I'm not too agitated about personal things and anxieties.

I think the swastika is drawn backwards, but that's okay, because now it's supposed to mean good luck.