The visionary world of Nicholas Beckett
…just for one.
I need some alone time.
…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.
….on the Island where we belong.
….but does he know it??????
So, in just over a month I will be having a picture party of what I’ve been up to since 2017. I can’t guarantee anything. It could be my last show. Depends on if anyone pisses me off or not.
It’s quite likely though.
….than you can poke a stick at. Or get a bunch of sticks and burn this rubbish.
The Two of us. And maybe another.
Picture Party 2025
featuring works by
Nicholas Beckett and Angela Pasqua
@
The Watch House
179 Darling Street
Balmain NSW Australia
Opening Night Friday, 4 April 6pm to 8pm
Open Saturday 5 & Sunday 6 April 10am to 5pm
A friend bought me this book while visiting him in Gothenburg. The covers had fallen off, but I noticed that it was missing a few illustrations, so I was wondering if it was worth it. I did an internet search , but couldn’t really find any of the illustrations inside.
Then I thought I could just make up the illustrations myself. I used the interweb to translate so I suppose I did some sort of approximation of what the hell happening.
And that’s what I did.
Restored and reimagined.
Saint Beckett 