Its feels great having nothing to do and I've spent lots of time relaxing in this glorious sunshine. It was my Birthday last Tuesday and I got spoilt rotten. Adam came down for the weekend and we searched the whole of Cornwall for the perfect guitar, I finally found her in Truro and she is a little beauty.
St Ive's was incredibly Sunny!
I love the twisty streets and crystal clear water
This is Trudie
We walked around a big lake
On my last teenage night I was swept away to Lands End by my loverly friends. It was incredible to look out to sea and think wow theres nothing but ocean till America! we set up camp as the sun was going down and went for a cheeky swim, we stayed up till 5am chatting around the camp fire and then went surfing the next day till tea time it was amazing.
We have been given an exciting Summer Project to produce a visual record of our Summer I have decided I don't want to do a straight forward personal sketchbook documenting what I get up to and instead I'm hoping to work on two seperate projects.
Firstly I want to fill a sketchbook with portraits of everyone I meet over the next few months and hopfully if i'm brave enough i'd like to go into Manchester city centre and hold up a sign saying 'Pretty Please can I draw you?' and fingers crossed i'll get some takers!
Secondly I'd like to write and illustrate my own book compiled of thoughts loosley based on Alice in Wonderland and my Nemesis Tom Adams.
so far i've written the preface and done a few collages and pencil drawings...
This picturebook was inspired by a moment of sheer wonderment...
After a night spent trawling through books in the library young Amy decided to retire to her bed. Upon leaving the library she came across a lonley trolley, on the side of which was a sign
'' Dispatched Books - help yourself ''.
Curiosity overcoming her fatigue, Amy approached the trolley and leafed through the old unwanted books. Only one title stood out to her: The Geology Handbook. Although the study of rocks was something that very mildly intruiged Amy, she thought instantly of her aquaintance Tom. Tom liked to think of himself as a real man of the world, he was a middle-class chap in his early 30's and a Professor of Geology at the local university.
Amy regarded Tom as being indifferent and antagonistic to her artistic and cultural values. Despite this they had so far managed to maintain a sometimes rocky relationship.
She contemplated taking the book home and giving it to Tom when they next met however upon realising the book was compiled of all words and no pictures she hastily put it down and left.
A number of days later the pair crossed paths and Amy told Tom about the banished orphan of a book that she had forsaken due to its lack of artfulness which left Tom Confounded.
Tom: But why did you discard it?
Amy: I'm sorry, but how can one possibly pay attention to a book with no pictures in it?
Tom: My dear child, there are a great many good books in this world without pictures.
Amy: In this world, perhaps, but in my world, the books would be nothing but pictures.
Tom: Your world? Huh! What nonsense.
As you may or may not of read in my previous post, I have had a very serious battle on my hands over the past few months. A battle which would finally after much debate deter which is greater.. Art or Science.
I originally wanted to use oil paints to colour them but unfortunately run out of time and had to use Photoshop, I think they turned out better for it though.
some pags are almost photorealistic and quite literal, and some pages are more conceptual and symbolic. 
Thanks again to my lovely friend Nathan who lives in Washington and has travelled all over America and beyond taking snaps everywhere he goes. His photographs are absoloutely magnifique and really influenced the content of my book.
This handsome chappy is Grandad Bill, who I think looks alot like Elvis.jpg)
This is my mummy looking very cute and squishy :)
This is my mummy looking less cute and squishy and more eighty's and glamourous.
This is one of my first ever journals, full of erm 'abstract' drawings, however I found three prayers that i'd written on the back pages,
