Cor these blog posts are coming thin and slow innit? Ah well. Loads of bloggers seem to be going off the boil for various reasons lately. Can't say I agree with them all. I mean all this hish-hash about who reads your stuff and who may feel upset about this, that and whatever. Who cares? In about 3 years practically all of our lives will be online anyway - that's my prediction - ha! - there will be no secrets worth having. People will be scrambling to post their gynaecological ruminations, baby's head girths, descriptions of organs they may want to donate, photographs of the living room carpet that they may sell. You mark my words. All online the lot.
You know its a bit like that time Johnson (was it him?) ran some 100 metre race the fastest ever and I thought 'soon no one will ever be able to win any races without taking drugs because its just not humanly possible to keep getting faster' and kabboom: failed dope test. Not that I wanted to be proved right or anything - but it indicates there is a perimeter wall to everything, and when it is reached then everyone flings themselves at it. The internet is becoming like that. Does that sound bonkers? Ok yes.
Anyway, I'd actually planned a couple of posts. One about how hard it is to draw various parts of the anatomy sometimes - like feet. One time years ago, me and a group of art students were engaged to paint a mural in SOAS (long since over-painted). The rather banal design consisted of a line of people from around the world in various garbs. So there was one sari- clad woman dancing or summat - who was a bit fiddly to paint. Then a Professor at the Dance school across the road sauntered in, glowered at the lne of painted people and pronounced 'I'm afraid it is physically impossible to place feet in such a way!' In the end a plant was painted in front of the offending foot. I was reminded of this while drawing my orgy today -in the struggle to arrange limbs so that the recreational activity depicted was still humanly possible.....
So - flew to Jo'burg and back earlier in the week for the jazz book progress presentation. They were very impressed with the stunning, unseen photos - wish I could just sneak the odd one out and post it up here - but copyright, copyright ahem. There's one of a young Ted Kennedy chilling on the floor of a Soweto club watching Abigail Kubeka's flip skirted dance, and another of a translucent skinned Miriam Makeba - the youngest I've ever seen, backstage at the rehearsals for King Kong etc. Tons of stuff unearthed - magic.
That's about it for now. No writing - but its building up inside ready to burst.
Speak to me.