Dogwalker by Arthur Bradford

I had forgotten about my blog but my friend Chantal reminded me of it with a lovely email. It's weird how I never remember how much I like nerding about on my blog.

Right this moment I'm sitting on a balcony in Istanbul, watching a seagull make some strange shrilling laughter noise, and in the meantime I'm trying to mince some information out of my soggy brain meat.

I can not for the life of me remember how to use a semicolon. I could search the internet for answers but I always do that and I'm sometimes just a little bit afraid that if I never try to remember anything, I will lose my memory. Yes, neurotic. No, I'm not going to fix that.

Why am I battling with this problem you might ask. Well my friend let me tell you an (interesting) tale.

A few days ago one of my above average intelligent friend posted a status on Facebook with a semicolon and her smart friends started to joke around with it. I felt like my childhood teacher had forgotten to give me something. I thought that maybe I should call her and say, with my best creepy child voice: " Why didn't you give me my semicolon?"

But then her reply would probably be: " I did you drooling pool of ADHD!"

Speaking of ADHD I'm going to see Paul Simon, don't wait up for me.

Prime Minister Gaga.

I got the rare opportunity to day do draw my prime minister as Lady Gaga. I like being an illustrator for many reasons but this one is pretty high on the list. I'm not a very avid political reader but I like drawing politicians when the lovely staff of Grapevine asks me to. I even read the articles they send me.

Today I also worked for 12 hours. We are working on the art work for our next album. It's really fun.

I'm suspiciously positive today. Maybe I'm getting sick or maybe.......... my birthDAY IS ON FRiday? I wouldn't know. Who gives a crab.. or crap? Just kidding, it's going to be great. I'm going to drink beer with a straw, shit my pants, break into the neighbors house and pass out in their bathtub. But only because I don't have a bathtub.

On a slightly more negative note, I'm really not a fan of Lady Gaga. Her costume thing and high profile shenanigans wouldn't bother me if she actually made fun music. And she should be paying Madonna some kind of pioneer tax or build an altar for Ru- Paul and she should visit Michael Alig in jail and play cards with him or bring him some nice cocktail in a coconut or a pineapple. And she should visit Josephine Baker's grave at least twice a year. That's it, I'm sending an email!

Nayeenanajar

I'm finally putting my creepy jar collection to good use. So far I've put several items in jars. Most notably the Nutella I made today. Don't worry Ferrero Rocher, King of Chocolate, I'm not going to put you out of business. At least not for the next 10.000 hours. My chocospread was pretty far from being Nutella. I'm going to name the spread: North Atlantic Amateur chocolate peanut butter gunk.

Doodle, doodle, draw, draw.

I did this for a 7" vinyl that's coming out soon. We made a remix for a guy called Benni Hemm Hemm. He happens to be our landlord. That's not why we did the remix though. When I say we I mean my darling dear boyfriend. I just remixed the cover. I did many mistakes and I think that I hate No. 2 black Artline pens as of now. They make me nervous. Pens shouldn't do that. Plus, they fade so everything you draw with them will be light brown colored in 10 years. But what's a nerd to do? I don't have 10.000 hours to practice my ink pen skills. Wait, yes I do.

Maybe you didn't notice but I went away from this blog post for a while and now I'm back. I spent a few minutes trying to calculate how long it would take me to master the skill of ink pens if I start tomorrow. It got pretty boring so I decided to abort the plan of planning my 10.000 hours of ink fun.

But I did find a recipe for Nutella. Yay. Attention deficit disorder can be pretty convenient sometimes.
Here is some Nutella (made with peanuts not Hazelnuts).
Lalalala

Game Night.

Last Wednesday night me and my friend Maísól had a Game Night at a bar called Bakkus.

The Answer my friend

I tried my best to be a good citizen today. That means; not waking up late, not eating too much junk, do boring stuff like go to the bank, fill out forms, scan things that need to be scanned, reply to emails like a.... an emailmachine.. you know. I probably don't have to explain it.
Anywayyy, it was nothing to write home about but at the end of the day I was pretty proud of myself. So in the evening I was happily scanting down the street with my paperwork and signed forms. Suddenly the wind decided to grab my papers and throw them up in the air and blow them away from me. Half of the papers went down the street and the other ran madly up the street to the left. I ran after them cursing and shouting and finally retrieved the first half. Then I ran up the street after the other half, hoping that they weren't lost or stuck in something disgusting like dog poop or some drunk man's puddle of urine. I gathered all the papers that I could see. Then a middle aged woman passes by and says that she saw paper further up the street. I puked a "Thank you!"at her and ran in the direction she was pointing. To make a long story short, I found nothing. I couldn't believe my bad luck.
I have to explain one thing before I continue, I'm kind of superstitious and ever since I was a kid I've believed that I my life runs in repeating cycles of good and bad luck. So when I have bad luck I think it's the beginning of a bad luck cycle that will span a few years. It's all very biblical and dramatic and I know it's irrational but I can't help thinking about it...somtimes. But, I recently found out
that it's all a matter of how you look at things. You can choose how you see things. I've always chosen to remember my bad luck and I've realized that if you think you are unlucky, you automatically start noticing everything that can be interpreted as bad luck.
Back to the street of lost papers. The weather was getting windier so I just decided to go to my studio and see what was missing of the papers. After going through the papers I saw that there was only one page missing and it was exactly the one that I didn't need and would have thrown away anyway. Lovely.

Look into the light.

The decorated candles in all their waxy glory. If you need a candle decorated, I'm your Huckleberry.

The Butcher, The Baker, The Candlestick maker.

I forgot one thing. Today I decorated candles for a couple of friends of mine. They are trying to make the world a bit better and are going to sell the candles for a cause. I have to ask them what the cause is exactly. If anyone asks me I can't say: " eh.. it's for women and something about violence.. I think." That would be pretty horrible.
I really liked decorating the candles. I'll put some pictures of them here as soon as I force them out of my boyfriend's ipod with some kind of tool. A tiny crowbar would probably do the trick. Then I'll glue it on my blog with some Hubba Bubba.

Food blogs.

For a few months I've been obsessed with food and baking blogs. The knowledge I've accumulated during this time is probably around 6 kilograms. My brain is throbbing with wisdom. I actually don't know why I'm collecting this information. I even know how to make a sugarpaste to decorate cakes with and make tiny little sugar sculptures. If I would ever use this superpower of mine it would make me the envy of all the moms in town. Maybe I should move to the suburbs and have children. Or better yet, turn into a witch with cannibal tendencies. I can cover the apartment in sugarpaste and cakes and lure the neighborhood children into my sugarhell.
Or maybe I'll just become a food blogger one day. I hope not, my blog would probably turn someone into a child-eating lunatic in a sugarcoated hellhole.

Christmas mud.

I have not been very blog productive for some time. I blame Baby Jesus and uncle Siggi. The former for making me eat my own weight in meat and the latter for telling me that blogs are lame.


Here are a couple of illustrations for short stories that were published in Grapevine. They are the first illustrations of the year. I like that they are simple and color coordinated. I'm trying to draw more but I've been spending more time in the band's studio than my own drawing studio. The album is so close to the finish line that it would be stupid not to work on it. It's time to shake of the christmas dirt and spit in ones palms. But first I have to watch Dexter.

H.N.Y.