My New Year’s resolution. .

….to fill the world up with more of my art crap. I should be sorry. But I’m not.

I……

…..forgot what I wanted to say.

It’s coming……

…….for us.

I’ve been looking through some of my old files. There’s plenty there. I couldn’t even begin to count. Well I could, but I have better things to do. As we all should. So it’s time to rest on my laurels and dredge up some old garbage of mine. Maybe it will be good for all of us, and stop me from making even more rubbish to clog up the sewers.

At the time (2012) I called this “Smoke.” But we know it isn’t.

This year’s cards.

On their way, somewhere or nowhere.

Santa is here in spirit, and full of spirits.

The Otley Butterfly – new edition.

Elizabeth JM Walker my Canadian zine and book collaborating friend, has updated and published the story about her grandmother who was a nurse to POW’s in World War 2. I was lucky to get to illustrate it. It’s a story of the ordinary people who are caught up in the decisions of others. Unfortunately, it is still relevant. We did forget.

You can buy it on Amazon around the world. This link is for Australia. HERE

Link for Amazon.com, HERE

The side where…..

….dreams go to die.

Where there is smoke…

….it gets harder to breathe.

It’s almost that time….

…….to get some help.

Too many bridges….

….too far for me.

Rat arsed…

…….there was supposedly a kind of street fair organised in my neighbourhood today….

…..but all it seemed to be was turning over the street solely so people can get rat arsed.

That’s not a festival.