The visionary world of Nicholas Beckett
…just for one.
I need some alone time.
…seen.
…..towards the end papers.
……where I’m at.
…..with many heads. And we will pay for it all.
…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.
…..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.
…..when everyone is mad.
….is to do.
….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.
Saint Beckett 