back from London

I'm back, like the title says. I'll be posting a few drawings and scans shortly, after I catch up with my overstuffed mailinglist-bedevilled inboxes and get some bread and milk in the house.

I'm off to London

I'm visiting London for a while with L. We're going to be flatsitting for some friends of hers while they go on holiday. I'm looking forward to lots of traipsing around galleries. Hopefully I'll get a chance to do a bit of drawing while I'm there. I'm certainly intending to take some pictures, at least. I'm all packed up now, ready to catch the ferry to the train station where I'm meeting L. I'm dead excited.

treasures

treasures

I've just created a new photo album called "treasures" which has a few dozen pictures from the collections at Bristol Central. I particularly liked the pictures of Venice.

Andrew Eason : Artists' Books

I've just updated my homepage to embed my typepad blog, "Adminicle", so now people can experience even more enjoyable dowload time, now with my squinting mug emblazoned in the top left.

Happy happy.

Must Work

I've got the day off today, so it's time for me to make a determined effort to get on top of the paperwork. (specifically, my RDA) I've just been reading up on the things I agreed to do at my last meeting (making proper notes was a godsend) and I think I did myself a favour by concocting the proposal I made for the Philadelphia conference. (It was rejected, which of course sucked, but I had a good reason to boil my ideas down a bit, which was helpful.) Essentially I have to boil 'em down a bit further now, greatly aided by the work I did previously.

Spent the night at L's last night and slept and slept and slept. I feel so much better now.

I shouldn't be wasting precious time writing this. Adios

pic?

works?

Whistling Copse

What's this new project?

I've found details of a murder which took place near Bath in the thirties at a place called, rather auspiciously, Whistling Copse, in a part called "Midnight Wood". Some gamekeepers disturbed a poacher who ended up shooting one of the keepers in the throat. There's a whole series of newspaper pieces about it on old-looking microfilm all covered with nifty-looking scratches and lens artifacts and hair and so on, and it looks fabulous. There's all this other stuff about land and hunting and its depiction I can draft in visually as well- from the decoration of hunting rifles to pheasants on china. And class issues and so on, with a bit of Roald Dahl's "Danny the Champion of the World" for good measure. And lots of mud, blood and trees. Also, it was an important test case in establishing the validity of ballistics evidence in proving or constructing the details of the case. I wish I could get hold of the court transcript (if it exists and that's how these things work. I work in a library, so you'd think I'd know, but hem hem I don't sothere). There's almost too much to get started with. I can't seem to find my way into a single narrative strand to kickstart the illustrative drive in my practice- not that I think of my books as illustration. It's more a part of the machinery that I want a verbal way-in to the topics. Perhaps it has something to do with my girlfriend's being a proper poet, rather than my half-arsed wordery? WORK!