damn it all, I fell

although nothing too serious, I must admit.
but it's the first time in 5 years, I'm pretty good at staying upright usually.
I cleaned my bike on friday afternoon, including the wheels and tires, and I think I left a film of shampoo on the tires. That, combined with the criminal waste of water that is washing the streets every night, was enough.


you can see in the above foto that they just did it again.
the fact that there is a serious drought on doesn't make any difference to these crimal cabals in government. They passed a law about six months ago to stop watering the parks and gardens and to stop the washing of the streets, but all they did was put new stickers on all the water trucks that say 'not potable water'
like that solves the problem
I can't believe what I see everyday. The sooner it all falls apart the better, if you ask me. Won't be soon enough for the majority of the species on the planet, I'm sure enough about that.
anyway, as usual I haven't any time, so I better not get into any extended rant about the problem with the human species.
suffice to say that I suffer more from looking at our behavior as a species than I did from falling.
that's the worst of it


and this, on my beautiful consumer product.


also a little other bit


and a little more, along with a hole in my only cycling jacket, which would explain why this didn't make it through the first layers of my skin


and the other end of my bike, but really nothing that is more than superficial damage to me or the bike.
I had only just left the house and jumped off the curb and into the badly off-camber roundabout, which as I have mentioned had just been watered by the council watertruck.


I started to lose it but managed to control things, and was just engaging in a little self congradulation about how well I handled that dangerous front wheel slide and next thing I'm on the floor.
maybe if I wasn't so cocky the second slide wouldn't have happened. but I think it was meant to be. I need to remember to clean off the tires better after I wash my bike.
still this is the worst, so I came out alright, really.


sorry to say, no illustration friday again this week.
Hi to my mum and my sister who are on-line now.
welcome

another quickie, with last years work

well I have a few minutes before I get to go out on my bike to climb mountains in the cold.
(It's zero degrees out there right now, with a forecast maximum of 7) (degrees celcius, that is. for the americans out there, ºF equals ºC multiplied by 9/5 plus 32, and get rid of your president, before it's too late. although I have a dreadful feeling it already is. don't be going down to the superbowl today)



the above is a small experimental work that could spawn a whole series if I could just find the time. this following work and the next couple are pencil on paper and to answer detlef's question from the other day all my pencil works are at life size, so this is enlarged on your screens while the others are about their actual size. (on my screen 17" at 1280 * 1024 res)



while the watercolour that I posted last week is 24 by 30 cm or 9.5 by 12 inches. so those circles are pretty small. the first work in todays post has also come through at about real size.



these smaller pencil drawings are just a few days work each. I find I can do about one square inch of drawing a day, when it's all averaged out.
that's why I don't try any big works for now, apart from the fact that I don't have the space to do it in, literally



and, greatly enlarged, here is the first ball painting. this is a scrap of paper about 2 inches square, or 5cm's square.



I should have learn't my lesson from the time it took me to do this and never tried the 10,820 blue balls over scarlet
(I'm going to repost from an earlier post because I love it so muuch)
(sorry to any who have already seen this before)


three months, it took. with time off for good behavior.
or really with a couple of weeks where I had to work on other things because it was getting a form of carpal tunnel syndrome.
that's three months where I was working 10 to 12 hours a day.
there is ten thousand eight hundred and twenty blue balls there.


each has seven steps to complete it and the background is painted between the balls, as one of the last steps.
well before the shadows anyway.


the whole thing is watercolour on gesso, and as you can see there is a lot of cracking and crazing, a thing which I think adds to it's charm.


I just hope that it doesn't mean that at some point the paint will just fall off.
I hope it is in some museum by then.
(which contradicts what I think will happen, but we can all dream ¿no?
I should point out that the whole painting is 27 X 22 cms or 11 X 9 inches so it's fairly concentrated painters energy there.
I did fear that I wouldn't finish it a few times.
(right near the start too, when I realised that I should have left the space, that represents the reflected highlight of each ball. I had to draw the paint back off the surface of the gesso with the tip of a paintbrush putting the tiniest little drops of water on each one and then drawing that water and paint up with the brush and then cleaning the brush on kitchen paper and with water and then repeat. etc. ad infinitum)


anyhow an experience it was.
got me a mention in the review of a competition exhibition in an arts newspaper here in madrid (el punto de las artes) where the reviewer, who remained nameless, even after I rang to ask who it was, lumped it in with a couple of other works in the 'also worth a mention' part of the review.
after getting my name badly wrong, as did the organisers in the catalog and on the wall tags, he said that my work represented a new and interesting discourse.
so I was pretty pleased with that,(one has to take what one can get, otherwise known as beggers can't be choosers) and of course I think it does.
my little doggy mate has posted as well.
anyhow got to go

love to the illustration friday crew.
I don't deserve your visits, but rest assured I have been looking over your blogs without commenting.
teri is really posting some great drawings. the whiskey cowboy is such a ripper teri.
I will come back to you all, but for now I'm going to miss my group if I don't leave here in a few minutes.
love and peace.

yes I am alive, and happy to be so

I am really missing my blogging friends
I would like to give a special thanks to Teri C, aynaku, detlef, princessemerlin, lily and lucy white, anonymous and also the other anonymous, who I think is my sister but I haven't had a chance to check, (by phone of course)
and last but not least, by any means, jack dingler jnr otherwise known as weaseldog or thorn in the side of the powers that be and their minions,
for having come by and commented even though I haven't been out and about and commenting on their blogs.
I hope you can all accept a link instead. I love youse all
(I hope I haven't left anybody out. I bet I have. I will check later)



as for me, I haven't been doing anything except an enormous number of kilometres.
ironic for a peak oil believer.
but I have been doing them in public transport, and on my bike, (that's a human powered bicycle, or maybe a super human powered one, I certainly try)
I have done 3000 kms since I bought my new bike on saturday november 5, according to the blogging evidence. (and my cycling computer.)
I am joining a club, or peña as it is really, which is sort of like a small club, but affiliated with the organisations, to make it official. It's my first time.
previously I have done a heap of klms, but just with my cycling mate seton, and although we often went out with a group, I have never joined a club before.

time to insert another drawing, sort of a, um... I don't have a clue.



and a detail that lets you see how long it has been, if you look closely



anyhow I was really keen to do an hour or more on the trainer, to try and consolidate the gains of having stopped smoking cones.
(yes, you heard correctly, I have given up smoking cones, since wednesday I have been finally completely smoke free. yeah for me)
I am hoping that I can attack harder than ever, or more to the point, keep it up when I do.
I seem to have a habit of jumping away from the pack and then running out of steam and having to struggle to latch on as they all come past me again.
still lot of fun though.
:)
I will leave you with another watercolour that took a month, or so.
it doesn't really reproduce well here.



a detail of same.



If anybody would like a high res version for a desktop or something, you only have to ask.
the painting itself is still availiable as well.
:)
as are all the other works I have ever done, with few, very few, exceptions
that's what comes with being me.


I did draw some cats, in my agenda as I was rushing about on metros and buses, but I haven't posted to illustration friday.
maybe I will later. ( of course it's next week already. maybe the circles would qualify as glamour. :))

I really do love youse all

also, get firefox, if you haven't already.

10 minute blogging

It has to be. ten minutes that is
I have to get up in 4 and a half hours from now and I need to sleep and try and grow some new muscle cells


maybe that's what this work represents
I don't know. I had to leave it out of the exhibition back then ( the last exhibition that I have been involved in was a year ago and the next..
dog knows, but he's not telling me.

a detail from the above work, but amplified, as the whole thing is about the size of the image above, which is the whole thing. (the first image)(depending on the size of your monitor)



and maybe E is for .. .. ENI of course



and a now lost painting, lost when the self portrait that it was attached to was left in a bar by the courier charged with delivering it to the buyer in Greece.
lucky I didn't arrange that


this is the above-mentioned self portrait


roughly the size it appears above.
and a pair of details from same, greatly enlarged.


and the leaf


and a really weird one, also in grafite on gesso.


well it turned in to a forty minute blogging.
and I still didn't say anything

illustration friday must think I died.