RING BINDER SQUEEEEEEEE!

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I doodle a fair bit, ideas layouts, shit I’ll never finish. I like pens, I like A4 paper. Sometimes I like pen and ink- but that entire process is hella risky with kids around, it’s fraught with danger- nobody needs a kid covered in fucking ink, unless you’re one of them bloody hipster parents. What would the School say? A small window for pen and ink fury opened, then closed as Isla got just high enough to grab stuff off of the table, you name it she’s after it- lighters, packets of Amber leaf, her changing mat, cups of coffee, glasses of wine, etc.

I recently finished a ring binder, this used to be no big deal- I used to fill maybe a couple in a year- that and other “art” projects, sketchbooks aborted bigger pieces (usually on stolen/found bits of board) . Between that and music I was well up to my neck in creative bollocks. b.lox.

The pace of work has slowed somewhat, not that I really noticed- just busy I guess, working and chasing kids around, the usual change in lifestyle (blech) associated with having kids.

Anyhow it was only when I declared said ring binder finished did I realise that the contents spanned almost Four years. Although the crazed marker pen on the spine of the binder read “circa 2012-ish, cunty CUNT” the first section of the pages was from 2010.

‘mazin.

Four Years.

Mckenzie is nearly Five.

There you go!

I did notice that as I sealed the binder and completed the index and prepared it for the archive ( secure and dry, forty knocks- I also routinely digitise all content on a hard drive here in the house, and on two encrypted servers hidden in the cellar and of course I use deep web storage- I conceal the contents as dog/horse molestation dirty assed grainy porn, that shit stays alive for ever guaranteed to survive the holocaust of format redundancy, which is something that worries me only if we run out of milk at work and have to stop and think about how I’ll make a cup of coffee.)

that the quality of my work had become much more focussed and the style had really evolved into something special…it is like the saying goes…as about as much use as tits on a fish.

OR

Less is More.

Dogshit all over yer’ fucking face. Dog Dirt, stinking shite all over yer’ face.

Gadz min.

I’ve just about stored it away now, and the bulk of it is on my facebook page- as a public album thing.

Can I link to my album doodles through the ages on wordpress? Will that work?

Here’s the first page and the last though- just for the sake of it.

FIRST PAGE

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LAST PAGE.

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And now the saga, a new ring binder? I can’t lie, I spent a lot of time pondering this…as I approach middle age (assuming I live to the ripe old age of 80 that is, maybe I’m only a third of the way through- who can tell, like the greatest lyricist and song writer of his generation says “life is a roller-coaster”) –

I first started using ring binders when I got a scanner, and it turned out it was better to scan individual sheets of paper than trying to squash sketchbooks flat to scan, but nowadays I have an android phone that takes higher resolution shots than my dusty neglected Canon printer/scanner can produce, but…. there’s something cool about ring binders, something so organised, yet also interchangeable. I select the paper, sometimes recycled or found, sometimes purchased, sometimes I deface magazines- then punch holes and stow. I number and date the pages, it gives the whole thing a flow….and I rarely look back…..

ANYHOW HERES THE NEW ONE. ALL WHITE AND PRISTINE.

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GOOD LUCK TO ALL WHO SAIL IN HER, AND DEFACE HER…

CYLYBOC

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