I'm working on the final presentation of The Amazing Remarkable Monsieur Leotard. I'm way past the stage where by innumerable successive revisions the work ceases to have all meaning and becomes a kind mandelbrot set, in which I zoom closer and closer in the hope of finding surprising and unexpected configurations. Today I've blown up some of the little faces in the audience at the moment the monstrous ti-lion suddenly gets loose and runs amuck:
P.s. the original painted pages of my book from earlier this year, The Black Diamond Detective Agency are for sale at The Beguiling.
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In the town where I was born:
A Scottish woman has avoided a prison sentence after she admitted putting dog excrement in her husband's curry. Jill Martin, 47, took drastic action after her marriage broke down and burst out laughing when her husband Donald started eating the dish at their home in Newton Mearns, Glasgow, Paisley Sheriff Court in central Scotland heard.
Labels: Leotard
8 Comments:
Dick Tracy and Colonel Sanders?
Oh! Those look great!
Funny you should mention the Beguiling.
This week, I've got the page I ordered from them (83) and was delighted to see it coming with a reproduction of the archive picture you used for it, on which you had started working and all.
I immediately started to run the finished page under a light at all sorts of angle to see the differences in materials you had used. Fascinating it is.
It's true what I said about Glasgow. Ask Brixton Breach.
Didn't Shirley Manson shit in her boyfriend's cereal?
"don't make me eat your shite, Doreen."
Re: Scottish woman.
No wonder you married a furriner.
It's sad to see so few of the pages have sold, a couple months now after you originally put them up. I know that I love the 2 I bought back in Sept, but expected more to be gone by now. Methinks you need to advertise a bit more... somehow!
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