Once again I have succumbed to my innermost urges, the ceaseless indulgent need in me to start another journal. No, it's okay, stop screaming. I love them all. I really do. When I don't finish them, it's only because I believe they deserve blank pages. They deserve a future, a long life of limitless potential.
It can't be helped. A woman needs a new journal. And here is mine, for now. The orange thing. It is approaching Christmas, after all, and in the UK we are obsessed, in a rather perverse way, with orange-infused chocolate. Not least, the Terry's Chocolate Orange, which has always been, to me and many others, associated with Christmas. So this is my defence. This is why I believe it inherent to me on perhaps, some misty biological level. This thing really is very orange.
This last spread is a tribute to my time on Liberty Island with the big lady - something I've been wanting to do for a few years - which I finally did this month. And wow, she's good. Looking up inside her carapace and seeing this dark network of industrial beams - it's really cool. She's a woman of fortitude. Also these drawings are very funny, and possibly the most accurate representations of me ever made.
I am glad I have found your blog, your many photographs of your squished face and your good opinions about Addams Family Values. I will now promptly forget to visit it again. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteHad a lovely time looking through your little pieces <3 That's a big snooby!
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