Wednesday, 20 October 2010
Tuesday, 19 October 2010
Thursday, 14 October 2010
I haven't dreamt in ages. But this morning this happened: a baby boy I was looking after crawled into my bag, drank some of my pepsi cola and died. He turned into a flat cardboard robot with pressed flowers for vital organs. I remember being so beside myself with panic, trying to give him the kiss of life and trying to re inflate the tiny leaf lungs and move the daisy heart. I woke up in tears. Holy crap.
I'm working on a couple of longer projects at the moment, one being about a Star for a charity and the other being about a slug and a snail, for my dad. Getting ready to hibernate as the weather heads for hairdryer-in-bed ville.
I got so obsessed with the Chilean miners being rescued, I stayed up until approximately 3 minutes before the first miner came out and woke up in a fluster to my computer screaming applause, I almost died. I'm more obsessed with the fact their skin was so soft they were finding it hard to shave.