Thursday, 30 June 2011


Wednesday, 29 June 2011


moving back into the tiny room in the turret tomorrow and in the process of throwing things out/putting things in boxes to throw out at some indeterminate point in the future, I found this under my bed. The last time my mum went back to Kut-O for the first time since she was 12, one of the cousins gave her a collection of photos from her childhood that she'd never seen before or had thought lost forever. Which is quite amazing really. The nice thing about photos and diaries and whatever is that you forget basically everything apart from the bare bones of the events, so after a while images become your only means of thinking about that time and they seem completely comprehensive. Actually is that nice? or is it depressing? either way, this is a drawing of one of those photos, my mum is in the yellow dress holding the hand of my mai yee. I had this idea ages ago of drawing a story suggested by the photo collection, then asking my mum for the real story and drawing that, but through a potent mixture of laziness and being otherwise occupied, i never did. 

as an aside, today I updated my website to include the main images from the île hybride urban project just finished this semester. IT IS HERE IF YOU LIKE THAT SORT OF THING

Monday, 27 June 2011

my friend has this massive box of stamps and typography artifacts, the best being a box containing a complete set of metal stamps of a complete font. The A's I like especially but just as a set it's a lovely object anyway, heavy for its size and combining the twin joys of being quite cute and necessitating careful reorganisation afterwards. God I miss that button box. 
Did this when said friend was taking a shower. Wish I could think of something witty to write rather than just my name, incorrectly.

Sunday, 26 June 2011

instead of work

When I have loads of work to do I have a few standby activities that I like to use to increase the workload:time remaining ratio. 
This year they have been
1) Using photoshop very poorly to imagine what I would look like with a bowl cut, then agonising over whether or not I would indeed like a bowl cut. (on the evidence of the above, quite silly) Then I worry that as someone who has had a fringed bob for my entire life that I'm cycling though a series of stereotypically oriental haircuts. Finally realise that this is not the most pressing issue in the world and cease photoshopping. 

2)Examining arm hairs with a degree of assiduity that would be impressive were it not being directed towards to the sole aim of identifying and tweezing out duplicate hairs occupying a single follicle. This preoccupies me at the best of times but in the face of anything to do becomes an all consuming obsession.

3)Scouring health based question and answer websites, particularly the sexual health sections on yahoo answers. Sometimes makes for quite tragic reading. 

Saturday, 25 June 2011

oo helmut jahn you lovely axonometry drawing wizard. Could I do this with autocad and watercolour? probably.

Friday, 24 June 2011

I didn't do this, Alice Brownfield and Tom Sykes did. Eee but it's lovely. I'm going to collect together a load of wonderful images to inspire me in this dark period of impossible workload I'm now entering into.
Outwith of its being a gorgeous drawing though I have no idea what's going on, there's a seductive and completely incomprehensible little blurb on the AJ website that goes along with it, and they've pulled out the phrase 'The site sits at a junction in time' presumably as a thing that's supposed to clarify the whole affair for you. Well, it doesn't.
it reminds me a lot of some drawings by smout allen that have been all over the ugh....'blogosphere' of late.

Wednesday, 22 June 2011

axonométrie du projet urbain que je viens de finir (hier). C'était, sans rire, le meilleur rendu de ma vie entière. Je peux penser à peine d'un façon dont il aurait pu être plus positif et même les critiques étaient vraiment constructives et sensées. Bref, très contente.

Sunday, 19 June 2011

you look like a canal to me. This took bloody ages.

Friday, 17 June 2011

things en cours de travail

Aujourd'hui j'ai pris ce qui va probablement s’avérer d'être le dernier vol ryanair destination Paris de l'année, et c'est une sensation un peu bizarre après neuf mois des allées et venues. Voici ce que j'ai pomponné dans l'avion pendant les dix minutes où je dormais pas.

Thursday, 16 June 2011



Sharkey- won him at a fairground and kept him for about five years. Died due to parental neglect when I went to uni. So sort of my neglect too. Neglect anyway. 
George- swam into a huge ornamental shell. Believed he had been eaten by Sharkey so didn't investigate until much much later. 
Smoky Lee- sexily named fish who was hounded by Sharkey until she died. Too sexy for her own good.
The Licorice Duke and whatever Emer's one was called- I think this pet shop was perhaps not a good pet shop, as these fish died incredibly quickly and they once sold me a dead sea snail, claiming it was asleep. When the first one died we tipped it off kelvinbridge and said a few words, but with the second we kept it in a jar of water on the mantelpiece for about three weeks behind a birthday card, and by the time we finally flushed it away a greasy silver scum had formed on the surface of the water and he was all limp and translucent, like he'd been boiled for a very long time.
Little John, Little Greg, New John and New Greg- the majority of these were those flat bottomed fish who are impossible to keep alive for any length of time. Apart from New Greg, who was more recognisably a goldfish but who looked pretty sickly at the point of purchase and then deteriorated, infecting all the other johns and gregs in the process. Dick.
The Big Man- world's most massive and invincible fish. 
The Wee Men- four tiny orange fish. Your Majesty, the only one we bothered to name due to his long regal fins died and I think this is no coincidence.