Tag: Ephemera

Scraps and fragments of everyday life, both analogue and digital. Little things collected, noticed, saved or revisited along the way.

  • Up and down

    Yesterday, I surprised myself by making a video for Patreon.

    Today, drawing myself from the video feels like enough.

  • Mostly being still

    In the midst of this ME crash, I’m mostly being quite still, but yesterday evening George drove me into town for some fish and chips on the seafront. I’m beyond delighted to have discovered that I can eat a few chips without my blood sugar levels spiking!

    Afterwards, I took a few steps from the car to be buffeted by the wind and watch the sun set.

    Lovely.

    A loose black ink drawing across two pages of an open pocket sketchbook, showing the artist's reflection in the passenger-side wing mirror of a car as he sits looking out towards the sea. His face, wearing glasses and a striped beanie, is framed by the sweeping, curved outline of the mirror, with parts of the car loosely sketched around it. Across the top, handwritten text reads, “Watching the big sea after fish and chips.” Further handwritten notes down the right-hand side describe eating fish and chips in the car at South Beach and wondering whether this might become a new habit. The drawing is dated 9-10-26.
  • Not sleeping and getting past my buyer’s remorse

    I slept for a lot of today and now it’s bedtime I can’t get to sleep.

    Instead, I’ve been watching this video of Musa Mayer reading from the book I bought on an impulse this morning. Now I’m excited about its arrival (hopefully tomorrow).

  • Instagram and drawing at 4.00 am

    I’m not sure if this is the start of the day or just an interlude between sleeps, so I’m hedging my bets and drinking decaffeinated tea.

    Yesterday Cathryn described Neocolor IIs as “friendly”. I feel the need for some friendliness in the very dark morning — it feels especially dark this morning; I wonder where the moon is in its cycle — so I’m drawing myself with a red crayon and enjoying its soft waxiness.

    This book caught my eye on Instagram. Do I really need more artists’ journals to read? I have Keith Vaughan and Derek Jarman waiting for me by my bed. Tove Jansson’s letters have been calling to me. But this does look interesting: paintings, reproduced journal pages and scraps of notes. Right up my street.

    I think I might just accept that the day has begun and make a pot of real tea…