Short drawing story

A short story:

Barry the life model, was a very long thin man, with a frame of a body which folded in odd ways. He had a very a large nose. His level of requests were particularly thorough. "the mat for the floor, the last one was much too thin, a lady said she would bring me some bean bags... Are you going to keep me in that position long? I just don't want to be kept in that position for too long..." He continued for some time.  "Don't worry" said the lecturer "I never keep anyone in the same position for too long - I like to chop and change you."

Barry had a facinating mouth, which I spent the afternoon drawing. These drawings became more and more humourous. My eyes were tired from exploring his lines.

Macrame macramooooo

walking back to the car this morning, from an early trip to the post office collection desk (macrame macramooooo day of dreams!) I found this... Tiny... Little ... Fellow of joy!!!

I wonder how he got to a shabby car pack or an industrial estate, where did he come from? Where is he going? These are questions I ask myself regularly. I also picked up a guide on what is legally allowed through the postal service (after yesterday's post office hilarity!) have not read it yet- maybe I'll read one tip a day and share it with you ? It made me laugh. I found a beautiful piece of piano music that I wish I knew how to share from the sound cloud... Will look into that one further... Tech never really was my friend. I continue to flirt with it, in hope it will applaud my advances. The weather was beautiful then grey. I think that's ok though. It is Friday after all and how can we be sad on Fridays? 

25.2.16 Thuroemsday

Parts of the stretch 

From most picturesque ...

Sl-eeeeeee-per 

               g-l-i-d-e-sThrough

That's fine,

 be gently(rocked) to sleep

You:awake

Morning.arresting.coupled to another.

Spectacular, soaring peaks...

Another beautiful frosty morning walking to work. Along the way I see moss growing along the top of the wall, covered in delicate ice. We are working on experimental surfaces so I took a photo to send to my group. It was quite an ordinary day, meetings and teaching. I was unable to resist telling my groups about the post office story from yesterday. Some of us made poems from found text: deleting parts of sentence which we did not like (see above). We talked about the sounds we loved and how they could be described; the sound of cleaning brushes in cups of water, is lapping waves and sea adventures if whisked hard enough. The clash of the waves against rock and shore. Some of my favourite things, conjured from dirty paint water.

Wednesday 24th February: Postal offerings

Today started with getting up late. New phone. New alarm. Forgetful me. Didn't check... Oops! I made the decision to embrace the lateness of my day. I woke with the light, which shimmered blue through the window. My favourite colour. A morning sparkling with the frost,  how could I feel anything other than excited about it?  I walked to work feeling cold, enjoying the chill on my face. I spent most of my time working with staff today, discussing teaching and learning. I am always amazed and amused by discussions in these sessions and how passionate others are about education. I finally got around to posting B's birthday gift (almost a month late! Must get better at posting) - at the post office I chatted to the man behind the screen, he asked what was in the parcel. I asked him what was the strangest thing he had ever received at the post office: Boobs (inserts for false ones!), human ashes and urine (still warm!) this made me laugh a lot!! I picked up some almond milk on the way back and ran into a lady I worked with who was helping another lady at the self serve check out. I admired her patience and kindness. she nodded and said 'it's like being back at work!'.



               Oh... And voodoo grass X