Cristina Penescu

All done on scratchboard.
Things like this make my little artist's heart green with envy.
I like all kinds of art but i do always get drawn back into realistic work. I don't seem to be able to help myself. One of my heroes is Caravaggio for goodness sake. And these, even though i'm not a huge fan of animal portraits, are just about perfect realism.
Fur baffles me.
I think i'll be trying to get hold of some scratchboard pretty soon.


If this blog were a pet, i'd be put away for neglect.
I did learn to knit while i was away. It gives me sore thumbs and itchy fingers.
But i like it.
My former class graduated from DOJ with their honours - congratulations everyone! - a very strange feeling, indeed.
We had to give away our Mollies due to them breeding like demons.
And my computer nearly died - touch wood it does not.
I'll get back to this properly when my brain is less tangled and incoherent.

For now, Bombay Bicycle Club covering John Martyn:

bombay bicycle club - fairytale lullaby

My parents used to sing this to my sisters and I when we were tiny little things.
I believed wholeheartedly that they had written it for us.
Until Mr Martyn proved me wrong.
I grew up listening to the best music.