Festivaaaaaal!!

Just back from a ridiculously good Glastonbury this weekend and haven't even managed to blog about the ridiculously massive Sonar yet (last weekend); Feel like I'm flying by the seat of my pants which oughta be Orange & White and emblazoned with the name Ryan as an homage to my pilots. The music in the head is undeniably Ravey; 90s resurgance? Yes please.

Little time to breathe in this unusually humid June weather; I think I have a June bug...I JUST WANNA DANCE. So until my heart stops beating so fast and I find time to update more thoroughly; I am leaving you with these photo galleries from Sonar via FACT magazine:

http://www.factmag.com/2010/06/22/photo-gallery-sonar-part-1/

http://www.factmag.com/2010/06/23/photo-gallery-sonar-part-2/

and point those of you who don't blink too often towards my Twitter; Soundcloud and Facebook pages which track my recent movements and memories and currently feelin's through smaller byte-sized Tapas innit.

Noodles

New Doodles

I cook them up at night

In Flight

First thing in the morning, last thing at night I drink tea. It must be...love. Nightmare's are diminished by hot drinks and doodling, with the Lights in the distance; the stars beyond the velux shining dots which i try to join up on paper.

It's raining dogs and cats in my mind; where Revenge is never sweet unless drawn because the pen is mightier than the sword.

Below the surface of pen marks are feelings. Trading forever; their skinny, whispy selves with meaning and clarity. I'm a scavenger of Happy thoughts which often appear on the page, and make me fly. The view from up here is of a dazzling web.

This is not a sketchbook, it is a Face in the crowd of thoughts; of Things that changed other things when opened and read.

Dirigibles and submersibles; artists and writers

An extract from my entry into the Faucethead / Sketchbook Project competition.

http://www.faucethead.com/blog/?p=771