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The Kin

This is the last one of a nonsensical yet selfishly requisite series of drawings and paintings as an attempt to make something rudely ravishing. I really don't know where they come from but I love to do them.

Next is a series of more drawings, some older, some new, entitled I Don't Know But It Makes Sense To Do Things Otherwise Insanity Could Be An Unwelcome Houseguest. From now on these will collectively be known as I D K B I M S T D T O I C B A U H.

Cocaine in the Church

This strangely Dalstonian story is apparently and allegedly true according to my neighbour. During midnight mass on Christmas Eve, two twitching ne'er-do-wells moved from the fairly empty pews up the front and close to the pious yet indecipherable priest and moved to the pews on the side down the back. My neighbour ("I'm a nosy cow") was curious and kept copping a glance at the quiet activity taking place behind her. She reported that the two men were hunched over making circular motions with their hands and then licking their fingers, smiling and nodding at each other. There followed the rustling sound of money changing hands. She caught a flash of a mirror as it was replaced in the pocket when they stood up and returned grinning madly to their original seats. No batted an eyelid. Recently the police had a bit of a try in controlling the business in dealer's flats in my street and it seemed to be successful after witnessing at least a dozen grimy folk being led out cuffed and shouting obscenities at the coppers. The rozzers gave as good as they got; the force have definitely moved on from the platitudes of Dixon of Dock Green even though, personally, I miss the politeness. In fact, I miss politeness everywhere but that's another blog.

You've got to hand it to the dealers' fortitude to use A House Of God to deal drugs but I feel I must inform the vicar of this disturbing news as he's such a nice man and it would be scandalous and tragic if he somehow was found in any way responsible - not his fault; drug dealers and addicts have an extraordinary iron-will when it comes to  supply and demand.

Trouble is, I can't stop laughing about it. It's a church for God's sake.

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Hello, Jesus

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Hapless Christmas at The Sheraton

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Christmas Landscape

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Christmas Shopping 

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London Shopper.

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CHRISTMAS.

There's been a gap in my indispensable blog; my excuse is below.

I couldn't be arsed to get any further with the ad-vent project due the Black Dog arriving because of  witnessing the seething masses duped by corporate greed, the family-based guilt of it all, hollering tv adverts (especially the perfume and supermarket ones - I shudder every time they're on), the stupid packaging - imagine the landfill, the pressure of of excessive cretin-card use, packed supermarkets, celebs wheeled out onto tinselly tv game shows for absolutely no reason, the packs of rabid, drunk-out-their-minds, chlamydia-ridden office workers vomiting, shouting and pissing in the street, the panic buying, the religion and the pure, bewildering ugliness of it all. 

I must admit, though, that I did slip over in the drizzly early hours of Soho, slightly worse for wear after my studio party, only to be helped to my feet by a prostitute who proceeded to pickpocket my cards, cash and dignity, but I still had the nous to pickpocket her back, so that was OK then; it was my Christmas present to myself. She said "Oi! Wotchcoo fink you is doin'?"
I said "getting my money and cards you just took off me, you terrible, terrible whore."
A pause, then: "well, nah you got your money back, jew fancy goin' somewhere?"

Secular paradise next year anyone?

Merry Christmas to one and all!

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Bollocks to it all.

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Argos.

ADVENT CALENDAR STARTING TOMORROW.

RCA NOT-SO-SECRET-POSTCARDS

Idiot

I just found the envelope with three postcards I was supposed to send to the RCA for the 'Secret Postcards' exhibition - I would have sworn I sent it but damn. Found it under a pile of fairly rubbish drawings. So I'll scan and un-secretly blog them later so if anyone wants to make an offer (doesn't matter how much but pounds, not pence, please) then I'll give the money to the RCA for their fund-raiser for the fine art department.
What an idiot.

Some Incredibly Important News I simply Must Share.

This recent world-changing series of drawings will soon come to an end. At last, thank God, so I'll be putting new shorter projects up in the near future. Before that (even though nobody's reading this), I'm going random and will write a bit more. I want to describe the perfect shave at the local Turkish barbers; what fun can be achieved by reading the newspaper and listening to the news at the same time (and the text-based outcome); random drawings, random scanned litter, random photographs. Time to free up and breathe. Not that anyone cares particularly but that doesn't matter really. What does? Here's something that also doesn't matter but happened this afternoon when I bought a scarf and may or may not be funny:
"I'll take this one please."
"Good choice if I may say so sir."
"Er yes - thanks. I'll pay by card please."
"Ok sir, here we go." There was a brief pause as the machine read my card. "If you could tap in your pin number, that would be awesome sir." That tipped me over the edge.
"Awesome? Awesome - what is 'awesome' about tapping in my pin number? The parting of the Red Sea was 'awesome'; huge herds of Wildebeest migrating across the Serengeti is 'awesome'. Tapping in a fucking pin number is not at all, in the slightest bit, 'awesome.'"
He looked a bit wary and hurt and I immediately felt rude and regretted my appalling rebuke.
"Sorry - I haven't had a cigarette or a pint in two weeks. Bit tense."
"I understand sir."
"Have a good weekend. Lovely scarf. Don't bother wrapping it - I'll wear it. Really er, lovely scarf."
"Thank you sir - you too."

Oh dear.

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Cube Thing (for John Berger).

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Merlot.

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Soft.

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The Banker Spoiler on the 149

Tell me - why is there always someone who spoils it for everyone? Lovely quiet book readers on the rare sedated 149 bus going south to Borough for a book launch and we get to The City and then Booming Over-Bred Dickhead Banker gets on and thunders into his G4 about absolutely nothing of any consequence whatsoever to, like, a friend of his? I turn 180 and stare at him and he blanks me so I keep staring at him and I can tell he starts losing the thread because his concentration levels are by now ever so slightly diminished. He can't look at me but starts to blush and stumble on his words and his interestingly stiff and elevated hair flattens itself in shame as if it wants to disown him, escape even, but it can't because it's attached to his thick over-gelled skull, and then, magically, his expensive ill-fitting clothes slowly unwrap themselves from his young, pudgy, over-ripe body and make their way downstairs eagerly waiting for the next stop. This is making him look even more stupid as he sits there naked with rich tears tumbling down his ruddy well-fed cheeks. By now, folk are pointing and laughing at this turgid mess. It's marvellous. I wonder how far he has to go? London Bridge please! All those people...

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I love it when these chance beauty-things crop up. I was just doing the washing up.

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Brands

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graphite, coloured pencil, acrylic, ink, oil monoprint, A4 paper, scan, Photoshop (very slightly).
If you don't like these drawings there's nothing I can do. Unglibly, unslickly, do let me know why.

©Paul Davis 2011