I’ve had a twitter account since 2007… and every day, these days, I’m tempted to delete it and never go there again. It gets more toxic, more hateful, more dangerous, more uncaring. When it began, it was a delight. Even when it got stupid from time to time, it didn’t used to feel DANGEROUS. I still go there, because facebook is so unbearably dull/sanctimonious/idiotic, and most people who do what I do have to be in some kind of network because of work (no, linked in, no) and since nobody ever goes to anybody’s sites any more… (oh, remember the days before fb sucked everyone away?… if that sounds gross… good) we gotta have SOMEWHERE. Aw, fuck it… twitter has probably blown the world up by now, so all this is moot.
I’ve been taking weekends and evenings away from my mac, and have been painting on real actual paper. Based on these, I have made some prints (at VSUAL) and printed things (at Redbubble). Do take a look, apart from wall prints, there are masks, scarves, dresses, even shower curtains. Marvellous for presents, especially when you can’t get to the shops.
Meanwhile, between jobs, I have also been writing and drawing The Village, a story about a slightly weird village in the north of Portugal. Once it’s finished (about half-way there as I write this), I’ll turn it into a book and get it on sale. It has a bunch of people on tenterhooks already.