

…when you tales to tell.
A couple of pictures for a book I’m binding.
The visionary world of Nicholas Beckett


…when you tales to tell.
A couple of pictures for a book I’m binding.



….some new techniques.
Bi ding up some old tales.

…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.