Isn't she just divine?

Hold on, sweetheart.

FIN.

Ever so pleased.

cont.

A GIRL CAN DREAM

This is the project I've been working on recently. Basically I've been getting really shit sleep lately, and having the strangest of dreams, so I thought it would be interesting to record the thoughts I've been having. Its been pretty difficult, some nights you don't dream, some night I have amazing one and by the morning I have totally forgotten. I managed to train myself to wake up middle way in the dream so I can jot stuff down.

Anyway, this is the outcome. Please excuse the shoddy photographs, had to use my webcam.

Just found some pictures of MY work on someone elses facebook?!

From a project I did at college last year. Weird.

Here they are.

WITCH HUNT

"Witches, Gypsies and hunting. In combination these three staple sources of hysteria, excitement and persecution assume peculiarly British airs, and British anti-graces. Delaine Le Bas weaves and dyes these themes, painting life-size lines around the witches that in England were never burned as they were on the continent, but drowned, hanged and left in cold open fields.
As part of the UK Romany community (Roma being the largest ethnic minority in Europe) Delaine Le Bas’s installations of found objects and textile techniques, deal with issues of racism, sexism, bigotry, mis-representation, hypocrisy, transitional displacement, homelessness and the horrors that face many people everyday in the world we live in."

Love love love love love.

This exhibition ended in November.

Where have you gone fair maiden?

Return soon, I beg of you.

I bought "A Brief History of Time" the other day. I am determined to finish it by the new year, and embark upon my journey to discover the many secrets our universe beholds.

Two years he walks the earth.
No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, 'cause "the West is the best." And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the Great White North. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild.

Today I decided on the song I would like played at my funeral.

Not at all morbid, it's just too beautiful to go a miss.

I worked my little fingers to the bone!

Some snippets of work from my latest project.

I'd write more but I'm feeling ever so lazy and miserable tonight.

Sorry folks.