I’m making another book…..

…so I’ve downloaded and formatted some fairy tales, and silly me decided to illustrate them all, rather than just concentrate on binding and making a cover. But I’m almost done and I suppose it will make me happy.

On to other things. I fucking hate all the computer companies. My photos on my phone are hacked by Google. Which means when I want to edit them, I am subject to endless tinkering. I just went to add my name in a watermark, or markup as it’s called on this phone, and they’ve added an extra layer to get there. Fucking computer companies, always tinkering, pretending they’re improving, except mostly I find they just add extra layers to get to the task I want to do. So they can keep charging for innovation. Tinkering is not innovation. I think I’m going to go back to my plastic sheet with my name and copyright on top. Always works. Always reliable.

Breakfast time….

….time to work out if it’s all worth it.

I’ve started something…

…..I shouldn’t have.

I make my own problems.

I am entering some bookbindings for a show, but decided I should illustrate the books as well. Nobody asked me to. I’m my own worst enemy.

It’s good to be mad….

…..when everyone is mad.

To dream….

….is to do.

LOL LOTR lockdown

…I loved the lockdowns. I miss those days when I didn’t have to participate in humanity.

One of my favorites from this time was this cover I did for Lord of the Rings, for an old paperback version that had been floating around in my family. It also sums up when we were all forced to go back.

And didn’t that go well. All the fuckwits got their way, crying about how they want to work, when all they wanted was to control the rest of us. Those pea brain fucktards, “I have a chair. I’m the King of the castle.”

The Humird….

….is worried about the Humog.

I’m worried about more than that.

I’ve been making my own books from works I can get from the internetty. I print in sections and sew them up using the continuous binding techniques which is super quick. Then I make paper covers and do terrible covers.

The walk….

….of shame.

Out hunting….

….for souls.

May there be a little light…

….in all this darkness.

Good luck in the year ahead.

All we need is just a little tenderness.