Uuuuuuuugh

Uuuugh I also came across Aidan Koch, another stunning illustrator whose work has me convulsing with jealousy ... she creates the kind of work that inspires me to spend half my pay check on paints and felts and paper and coloured pencils ... swooooon

Colour and fragment

dear diary

I've never been very good with words, I find it difficult to arrange and articulate the thoughts in my head hence my preference for lists. I think it's safe to assume we've all gone through a phase of keeping a diary, somewhere to scribble down all our thoughts, fears, triumphs but even I read back through my pages and can't decipher what it was I trying to say! so instead, I've begun a visual diary. a picture a day.

Ugly

I went to a party recently where I spyed an unusual young man standing in the corner of the room. He had no one to talk to, blinked rapidly and wore a serene expression on his face. I was concerned immediately and couldn't stop watching him. Amongst the loud chatter, deafening music and obscene dance moves he possessed a power few of us are capable of, invisibility.

His problem (or advantage) it seems, was his ugliness. I watched him all night, marvelling in the way he was totally unaffected by his bustling surroundings, still blinking rapidly and hovering in the corner. Suddenly he was gone, and not one person noticed.  That evening I came to the conclusion that he was the most interesting person in the room.

"... To assemble material for a history of ugliness is funnier than to make a history of beauty, because beauty is, in some way, boring. Even if its concept changes through the ages, nevertheless, a beautiful object must always follow certain rules. A beautiful nose should be no longer or shorter than any given measure. On the contrary, an ugly nose can be as long as the one of Pinocchio, as big as the trunk of an elephant, or like the beak of an eagle, and so on. Ugliness is unpredictable, and offers an infinite range of possibilities."
- Umberto Eco

I wish ...

I wish I lived in a Wes Anderson film.

gah!

a list of my irrational fears.

• randomly parked cars down long, deserted stretches of roads, particularly at night.
• answering phone calls from unidentified numbers at night when I'm alone.
• of having my arms tied above my head so that my armpits are exposed and can be tickled, and being helpless to stop it.
• zombie viruses.
• walking down stairs or down hill in heels.
  

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