A sketch book for life, a lively lambanana, and the Country Corpses

to see how this Mosh book 6 (and the other five) can be made, click on the video link tab above and choose the mojo option, there are two new videos that show you how to make this coptic stitched canvas bound book, and lots of others for easier or different ways to make journals rather than having to spend oodles on smash things... the second video is still loading so it may not be there until tomorrow morning....

As you can see I am already using this book for my life studies,

here's the completed study, on A0 blue paper, that i have also gesture sketched in my book incase I want to redo it as the whole reclining figure, this weekend I will update the gallery tab up top there as you look athe screen with all the latest life studies

also my lambanana showing well too much buttock (JoZart gave me the plain white plaster cast lambanana to play with - check out the tinterweb for fab lambananas from Liverpools winning year of City of Culture)

 

I have been away - webless and no phone for a week, I fed chickens and a cat, failed to weed the garden/plot, wandered through their copse, hung on farm gates feeling countrified, sat in the sun and drank wine, watered the veg, picked the veg and ate it, 

 

Oliver (the cat I was keeping company) was added to the family for his musing  (actually it was for his mousing) abilities (all farms/farmland have mouse issues) but he muses very elegantly adn lieks to have his tummy tickled so long as there is no one to see and tell...

 

each day Ollie brought me a mouse, a vole or a bird, soemtimes two or three because we got on so well and he really liked me bless him...

 

the catch was usually delivered somewhere betwixt the bed and the kettle, usually deposited first light, before I was up,

 

Now, usually, I do not put in my contact lens until after the scond cup of coffee, because who needs to see before being fully awake?  I am registered blind without my lenses I cannot see the back of my eyelids without glasses, so

by second morning my lens were the first thing I wore,  so I could avoid the dead bodies on my way to the kettle, and the essential coffee

 

he does a fine job, does Ollie and I am proud that I managed to dispose of his catchings without too much city girly fuss....however the coffee still came before burials...

 

ah I miss the morning dead bodies so I do....