I'm learning spanish...

Curious things...not enough lithium perhaps.

Ever have a dog who's getting old? he doesn't run anymore, he whines in pain, he rests... for far too long. You're sad, you don't want him to go just yet. Have that feeling. I don't have a dog. I hope we have a long time yet, I'm still young, I need guidance, I hope he doesn't suffer. Need to finish this painting.

Felt like I'm wading shoulder deep in icy water.

Forever...

It's been ages since i posted, busy busy.

My exhibition came and went and I consider it to be a success. On Monday at about 4pm the family and I got to Molesworth Street. Hardly anyone there at that time but it was buzzing a half later, lots of old people, lots of still life, lots of landscapes, lots of wine.

The gang showed up soon after that and the Lord Mayor said a few words which i cant remember or didn't listen to to begin with, methinks i was drinking on an empty stomach. There was actually a lot of interest in my work, it really stood out. But anyways I was starving so I left a couple of hours in, so very hungry.

Yesterday I got super news, I had sold a painting, YAYS! I am now slightly wealthier and a lot more confident. Truth is I would have been happy with no sales, I was ecstatic with the amount of interest in my work amid so many other entries.

Gonna start on something else tomorrow, something way more serious than a goldfish.
Have that kids book to toy with for the collective. I'm looking forward to do that, a bit of scary charcoal and chalk sketches and luminescent ink, FUN!

Just back from town, helping my darling Lou with the zine fair, lots of redheads around, strange. The zine fair was fun, fucking love Lou's work. Talked to a few other artists/writers, lovely people, that shit about NCAD students being wanks is complete drivel, every NCAD student I have met is bang on.
Got free shit which i will fuck with my eyes tonight, curtains closed.

It's been a good week, lots of shit done, bbq yesterday with the lads, dirty stories and oestrogen spiked beer, THANK YOU GROOVESHARK YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE ME DANCE!

I'll be in touch.



I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise


He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the mash
He did the monster mash


From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes


They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the monster mash


The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolf Man
Dracula and his son


The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five"


They played the mash
They played the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They played the mash
It caught on in a flash
They played the mash
They played the monster mash


Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist
And said, "Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?"


It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash
The monster mash
And it's a graveyard smash
It's now the mash
It's caught on in a flash
It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash


Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band
And my monster mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you


Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
The monster mash
And do my graveyard smash
Then you can mash
You'll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash

I'm never gambling again.

Hate that cat, hate it, hate it, NEW CAT! Good idea! Great idea!
I'm in the study surrounded by useless crap, i used to worship this crap, now its all just scribbles on paper, a million metres of primed canvas, thousands of ruined paintbrushes, spent close to ein hundert zwanzig euro on staples, varnish, glue, wood, clamps and screws, how? HOW THE FUCK!!?

I rarely get heartburn, in fact i only got it today after at least 3 years, i frequently wonder whether it actually is heartburn; its a very precise dull pain right between my ribs. When i was younger i used to jam my thumb or the blunt end of a biro into the gap between my ribs and it would alleviate the pain, is that what heartburn is like? i dunno? maybe i have a bad heart along with everything else.

I have to hurry up with the exhibition stuff. No going out this week, stay in my room, shut myself away, only coming out for smokes. Its 8 days away, then MEGA boozing and when i say MEGA boozing i mean 4 bottles of corona (MAX) spread out over 5 hours lest i go comatose.

I never realised there are loads of boxes in this room, whats in em? HAHAHAH!! NO WAY! it's all the books i thought i lost!!! HAHAHAHAH! SHIT!! FUCKING CLASS!!!
LOTR trilogy, all my books on Egyptology, Shakespeare, Lord of the flies, le morte d'arthur.....and that's just half of one box.
...You won't see me for weeks!

bye bye darlings.

It's true

nice

burn

here be dragons...