"Parker, we're running out of time." -Lady Penelope, Thunderbirds

Time; it almost seems to be scuttling away from me like an agitated hour-glass with ants for sand grains.

On second thoughts though, would that not make it even

s l o w e r ?

 

So why is time skittering feverishly away from yours truly? Was I evil in a former life? It's not clear, but at this rate maybe. I was planning on blogging some more of my poems but they'll have to wait their turn. With british influences I'm sure they know how to queue. So instead of poems or thoughtfull thoughts I bring you (with a flourish) photographs:

So here is what I have been up to. This is a glimpse into an art project that is eating up my life, the gist of it being that I have less than a week (like five days now?) till ultimate dealine day! Which is when all this stuuuff is in for. Will I make it? Maybe. By the skin of my teeth? Almost certainly.

Incase you haven't guessed (and you will be forgiven for not having done so at a more reasonable point) this is a portrayal of Snow White. I am looking into twisted fairy tales. In this instance the idea being that Snow White did not merrily take that rosy red apple as Disney would have you believe, but was forced and strangled into doing so. Joyful aren't I? Anyway, that is how these photos came into existance, 'these' being three of about a hundred and twenty odd. ONE of them are to become my final piece. Alas, decisions.

..oOo..

So, yes it has been a momentary while since my last blog indeeeed. This I feel is mostly due to an unpleasent experience of a personal nature involving a lonley and missunderstood stranger. I skim over this topic as I do not wish to resurface it; I merely mention him as an explaination for my life being put on hold and set off kilter, as such.

Having looked back over what I have just written I would like to add that there has been police involvement and obviously this is no longer anything to worry about, (I have been assured). Now I am obliged to add that I am emotionally stable, (though I have been assured that I am still as unstable mentally as I ever was, yay!).

Back to my nifty point about time however; there is simply not enough of it! I think I'm going to request that an extra few seconds are invented? Perchance they may jumble together and pass me time when I need it. It's late and I have not thought through all the implications of this claim yet so don't hold it against me. I can advise you now though never to vote for me as Prime Minister as simliar whimsical notions would, I have a feeling, be fulfilled. It's a good job I'm not polition material let's put it that way. However Hitler was a vegetarian and a painter also so hmmm... Not sure where the flip comes over. What a bastard. Now I am babbling (professionaly).

All photographs in this post are my own and have not been edited because I am a lazy shit. Pictures of their paintily states to follow soonish-maybe-but-maybe-not-soon-at-all (in theory).