This is our cat Masha in the snow yesterday, in between meowing that she wanted to come in.
It’s funny how motivation grabs you. At some periods of my life I carried a sketchbook everywhere. This would usually result in a lot of drawing. These days if I sit down with a sketchbook I doodle out the same old faces, a few squiggles. It doesn’t tend to excite me.
My wife Faracy and I have been playing more music lately – I play guitar and she sings. Maybe that’s part of the reason I haven’t got the need to draw. Seems weird though, the idea that playing music would make you draw less. Can’t see how that would make much sense.
I’ve got a stable job at the moment for the first time in a while, teaching at University of Brighton. I’m trying to build some routines around the regular hours – exercise in the morning, make stuff in the evening.
Finally, I want to put in a brief plug here for issue 4 of the Comix Reader, out now. I submitted a couple of old Carl Garbanzo strips – should have done something new, but see paragraph one.
I found this while looking for wordless comics with the popular search engine “Google”.
The blog it comes from is pretty mysterious, but I love the comic.
I included a pop at graffiti a couple of blog posts ago. Just to redress the balance:
Art by Bien Arbain, photo by E. Murcia Artengo
I have been listening to a lot of the PBS pop-science podcast Radiolab recently. This one talks (in passing) about a question Lewis Carroll raised in Through the Looking Glass: is mirror milk any good to drink? It got me thinking.
The thoughts soon ambled down a philosophical dead-end, but I won’t spoil it for you if you want to think about whether the reflection of milk has a taste. Trust me, there’s worse things you could do with your time.