Wednesday 7 January 2009
Sunday 4 January 2009
sketches in spain
Saturday 1 November 2008
Wednesday 29 October 2008
Sunday 12 October 2008
Wednesday 24 September 2008
The Gastropod Cafe
Here we are, a violet-lit cone. Photos tend not to come out well under UV but this one's ok. The shell also contains some morphing coloured bulb, a wonder of modern science, thanks Lidls, you're the best.
The smog-filled parasitical world of the Gastrodod Cafe resides inside the Giant Clam, (below).
Labels:
B-Side,
emeraldant,
Sailing Olympics,
Sarah Butterworth,
Weymouth
Friday 19 September 2008
Shell story continued...
Small whelk. Large whelk.
Been up all hours cutting and sticking, I am dead to the bone. The Giant Whelk was a massive wrestle, getting it out of nothing but air and me contorted on tip toe reaching 100s of feet down into never-ending spirals, into the hard to reach corners . Htr = local authority bureauspeak, knocking at the doors of 'obese families'. Nannies. nannies. nannies.
Below: touching on the beginnings of mankind and his meddling with nature. This one shows the collapse of Lehmon Brothers and the subsequest take over of all banks and insurance companies by shellfish. In fact total world take over by shellfish. We are all small (sea) ants in the end. Yes I am pissed and in need of somone witty and cynical with which to share my rants. Anyone out there?
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