Monday 20 July 2015, 12.01am HKT
8.55pm local time, AC on so it’s 19°C (66°F)
JUST a few potato shots of how I crank out my ‘art’ (and things that pretend to be Art).
‘Crank’ being the operative word — ‘mixed media’ would be the preferred artistically pretentious description, but a helluva lot of in-between shortcuts and cheating might be a more realistic one. ‘Crap’ is perhaps more honest.
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In the beginning, F0 size canvas board with pencil keyline filled in with ink later.
Friday 17 July 2015, 11.12am HKT
9.46am local time, 30°C (86°F) but the AC’s on (so it’s 19°/66°F)
I’M not really one for naming anything that breathes at night, but it’ll do this time.
Yes, I know that sentence is ambiguous, — it’s NAMING things at night, not things that BREATHE at night, thankyouverymuch.
It’s English, c’mon.
Thursday 16 July 2015, 7.25am HKT
7.05am local time, 29°C (84°F), few showers
SOMEBODY doesn’t believe me that Mr Newtype has Darth Vader eyebrows.
Notice the Darth Vader sockets and eyebrows
“I find your lack of whatchamacallit disturbing…”
Shwunngg! Tsewww! Tsewww! Whoosh! Ziiiuunng!
(Taken on 10 July 2015)
Parents haven’t made up their minds yet about his name.
Notice he’s also got oldie hands.
Wednesday 15 July 2015, 6.23am HKT
4.29am local time, 19°C (66°F) because the AC is on
THIS fella is the latest ‘newtype’ to the family works.
Boy, and passing resemblance to Grandpa
To be named on Saint Swithin’s Day (15 July)
Notice he has the makings of Star Wars Darth Vader eyebrows
Sunday 24 May 2015, 12.01am HKT
M E N T A L I M P R E S S I O N S R E V I V E D
SOMEONE once told me:—
“When you’re in anger, you should sit down and start writing something. That usually calms a person down.”
I don’t think so.
Sunday 17 May 2015, 12.01am HKT
T I M E O F M Y L I F E
6.33am local time, Fri 15 May 2015, air conditioner on (20°C, 68°F)
LET’S go into the Time Tunnel for a bit today.
At the Temple of Apollo (actually northwest London), we replied in our good old English tongue merely to convince ourselves that none of us could understand each other; but I noticed that when I smiled slightly on concluding, others did likewise. This fact, and the similar occurrences of our lives, made us unable to resist the temptation to leave. The crisp, freshly polluted air of the town air outside the cave acted as an immediate tonic, and I felt a new life and new courage coursing through me.
School, London, 1970s (Photo: Michael Arthy)