31.7.12 - 8.7.12

31.7.12 - phospherescent swamp burns through it's own dirt.  The wheels of my bicycle should require some DW40 or something to make them stop jarring on lift off.  The unreliability of essential objects.

30.7.12 - still haven't gotten around to moving my books into the bedroom and contemplating moving my jumpers into there instead.  Bad construction slows down hopeful progress.

29.7.12 - teeth close in on some spiky node of perfectly aligned sharp edges - allowing for an impossible suspension but not on the field of 2D.

28.7.12 - some kind of moomin slug snail thing.  Blind and sad result of the hierarchy of false leaders of soul migration who decide the rules of reincarnation - will the victims and oppressed rise against their morally superior snobby overlords. 

27.7.12 - hitting yourself on the head makes you stupider so it is possible to bang yourself into a dull oblivion though it would be better to actually change the shape of the world into something better and more suited to oneself.  How to make everything cooperate when you barely even manage to collaborate with yourself.

26.7.12 - amazing how under certain pressures and after certain flashes the eyes or the connection between the eyes and the brain can create pools of perfect light under closed eyelids.  Sort of frightening that I don't use substances.

25.7.12 - Laputa meets Lego.  Lego Laputa.  Should Lego start a line of Gulliver's Travels or would it have to become a film franchise first.  How about Lego 1984.

24.7.12 - working in a call centre again after so many years.  I'm a good administrator but working in customer service isn't the best for me - I'm going to try to doodle in this diary everyday I work there as there is so much time for my hands to be idle.  In my admin role I was up and down the stairs carrying postbags and generally swooping through the building on various chores - with plenty of time to have a good sit down.  The above is a bad drawing of a character from the novel I'm also determined to write whilst working in the call centre.  Might as well put the dull times to some good creative use.  Even if the results of good creative use are really really bad.

23.7.12 - first day at the call centre.  Brought a few felt tips and a few biros.  School Admissions is quiet over August and July.  Though not as quiet as I'd like.  Quiet is nice.

22.7.12 - putting new colours and textures to some good use over my week off work.  Hoping to get some new work done to exhibition at the Leeds Gallery in September (details here) nothing quite like the pressure of a exhibition to make me do loads of new work.  Three pictures all half done being made all at the same time - and so many DIY tasks to distract me from them - which is nice as if I rushed them they'd probably turn out rubbish.

21.7.12 - like a flaming phoenix like bird growing out of some burning flaming spinal column.  Sometimes I just write down my first association with the image - perhaps nothing memorable happened that day.

20.7.12 - colour photocopy's of nothing have so much more variety than my usual coloured paper.  

19.7.12 - delicate underwater plant forms conquer through phosphorescent growth - (phosphorescent, a favourite and overused word (shame I have so much trouble spelling it.) 

18.7.12 - A visit to Chester Zoo.  Last week of term lots of young children wandering about.  Felt very sorry for my favourite animal the Red Panda seemed very annoyed if not scared by the children who were playing loud rubbish music under her tree.  Had a strange fantasy of throwing their phone on the floor and stamping on it - though I would probably be the bad guy if I made such a move and not only am I too nice to do such a thing it also wouldn't occur to me except as something funny to hypothesise on an hour later.

17.7.12 - A better drawing of the character drawn on 24.7.12 - though this is a bit of a cheat as it was drawn later than this date and then pasted onto what was a blank and empty page.  Breaking the rules of authentic chronology.

16.7.12 - designed a lamp in a notebook like this whilst I was stupid and at University (a bad but not uncommon combination).  It doesn't make a great deal of sense as the light shade is fully transparent so doesn't work as a lampshade.  Perhaps some kind of more opaque material.

15.7.12 - a silhouette collapses through the emergence of tentacles.

14.7.12 - the start of my big week off work.  Everything moved from Sandy Lane and some new work in progress.  Some distant hope in full integration and organisation.

13.7.12 - the last day in my admin job at School Admissions before I become a victim of the City Council's redesign structure and shunted off to the call (contact) centre.  I'll miss working in the city centre and the ease of travel and talking to real people face to face rather than through a muffled phone line.  I really really like my Admin job and alot of the people in my office and I don't want to go to Gorton everyday but with any luck it'll make me look for something much better and more suited to me.  

12.7.12 - A faulty fax sheet.  All stretched and skewed like when you run a piece of paper around on top of a photocopier the image stretches.  This has stretched over two diary pages - it was so big and impressive.

11.7.12 - yawning through hostile ruins - the weaving of non connected still fallen pillars and windows looking out into the different kind of dark.

10.7.12 - the sleeve of the shirt seen above has faded a lot over the years.  There will come a day when all my clothes will be faded more pastel versions of the clothes I used to have.  Is it like the fading of myself - will I become paler and with less sharp edges and colours - like some kind of diminishing ghost all empty and lost and dead repeating myself and stuck in habits and tics.  Ticks and tocks relentless plunging into a pile of dropping off bits.

9.7.12 - film screening for the Manchester Fringe Festival for Insect Clutched Stick - a short animation I made a few years back.  Can be seen here:   http://www.littlesongfilms.com/video-art/insect.html
Bit embarrassed by my voice to be honest - but I suppose it's a normal thing to be embarrassed about.  Though abnormal for me to have recorded it and cut and pasted it over an animation.  Stephen Fry was unavailable and unaffordable.

8.7.12 - twin dying suns viewed through floating debris of planet.
(Don't know who I'm trying to fool - looks more like some bits of paper stuck on top of one another.)