Pop-Up Record Shop vinyl

I think the picture of the box of records in the writing looked abit strange..
here's another version

PopUp Record shop

Messing about, making a Saul Bass tribute Record Shop poster

BLA CKC AT

Hola

So before I left Cambridge, I finished my Black Cat Mural

I had lots of fun painting this.. 

(and free muffins)

For my next big scale painting, I'd like to go bigger and maybe try using spray paint

Pop into Cambridge's Black Cat Cafe

 on Mill Road, near the bridge 

if you want to see it!

Au revoir mon chat

Yesterday I left Cambridge.

It was super sad saying goodbye to all my Cambridge and library friends

I'm home for 6 weeks - back to the hills and rain.

Then I'm off to South America, and then Australia.

I'm going fully free-lance for a time to see how it goes.

Cambridge. I feel like you have gone from my mistress, to my wife
and I shall miss you!

Nausea - Sartre

Friday:

   Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do. A peculiar moment in the afternoon. Today it is intolerable.

   A cold sunshine is whitening the dust on the window-panes. A pale sky, mottled with white. The gutters were frozen this morning.

   I am digesting dully near the stove; I know in advance that this is a wasted day. I shan't do anything good, except, perhaps, after nightfall. It's on account of the sun; it vaguely gilds dirty white wisps of mist hanging in the air above the yard, it flows into my room, all fair, all pale, and it spreads four dull, false reflections on my table.

   My pipe is daubed with a golden varnish which at first catches the eye by means of it's appearance of gaiety; you look at it, and the varnish melts, nothing is left but a big pale streak on a piece of wood. Everything is like that, everything, even my hands. When the sun begins shining like that the best thing to do would be to go to bed. Only I slept like a log last night, and I am not sleepy.

   I liked yesterday's sky so much, a narrow sky, dark with rain, pushing against the window-panes like a ridiculous, touching face. This sun isn't ridiculous, quite the contrary. On everything I love, on the rust of the yards, on the rotten planks of the fence, a miserly, sensible light is falling, like the look you give, after a sleepless night, at the decisions you made enthusiastically the day before, at the pages you wrote straight off without a single correction.

I am loving this book so much. The way it's written and the choice of words - so good

If I didn't have so much to do, I'd like to illustrate some sections

Dimensions 2013

I had such an amazing time

The music and people were the best 

Once again, I didn't actually take that many photos

Due to my camera being super heavy and not wanting to lose it.. 

but here are a few schnaps

Recipe card

Crispy Skinned Mackerel with an Asian Inspired Dressing

It's funny, because before I started painting this I made a photoshop version to choose the colours.

Which took no time at all, and I sort of prefer.

My battle with painting vs photoshop continues...