I’ve uploaded more photos here

Something about not “signing off” for 2007 has left me feeling like I’m on the back foot. And then, not wishing everyone a “Happy New Year” on January 1st makes me feel like I haven’t officially started 2008. I’m just going to snake through the net here and pretend everything is still going just as it was. 2007 was probably the best year I can ever recall having since my fourth (my fourth year was a knock-out. In fact I decided that I could happily do without growing up at all. I still believe that)I’m going to try my best not to pit every shoddy thing that happens this year against all the great things that happened last year, so I don’t end up wallowing in negative “this is all beyond me” nonsense. Because I tend to do that.

On that note, I got a tuxedo jumper. I want my breasts removed now, so they don’t ruin the perfectly mind-blowing optical illusion.
And we’re also releasing more prints.

Bones* says it best:

“We’re thrilled to have found Lee Turner and his Hole Editions studio, an inky, Shire-like place tucked into the North bank of the River Tyne. We first approached him late last year, he made tea for us and explained his craft as we regressed into two increasingly wide-eyed children having the best day at school, ever. We departed clutching two lumps of rock and some rather curious, un-named fluids. We’d have skipped, for sure, if the stones weren’t so bastard heavy.”

They’re lithographs and I’m quietly sweating that they’ll turn out nasty. See, I had to draw straight onto slabs of Bavarian limestone. I was given some black muck to use with my pen and I was told not to touch the stones as they respond to grease. There was a fair bit of awkward hand-dangling, which is okay because hand-dangling earns me bags of chocolate coins. I’m cocoa rich. That’s the best kind of rich to be. Anyway, I’ll not know exactly what they’ll look like until the first print.

I’ve uploaded photos of the drawing process here.

Today Bones is going to collect me and the stones (I can’t carry rock. I’m a girl) and we’ll go back to Hole Editions, where we should hopefully see Klaus and the boys reach paper. The plan is to print a few, write numbers on them and then swap them for cash.

My cat smells like cat food. The dry kind.

*The bearded guy formerly known as “Quimby”.