Modern Porcelain

Currently going ape shit over sculpture made from porcelain. Here are a few of my favourites..

Shary Boyle's creepy and haunting sculptures. 

Kate MacDowell's beautifully crafted sculptures.

My favourite of them all Jessica Stoller

I'm back!

Have decided to start using this blog again. I'll try and get new things in here at least once a week.

A random bunch of photos

I've been growing what you could probably call a greenhouse of plants in my living room. Tomatoes, cherry tomatoes, strawberries, beans, herbs, gooseberries, chilli and even attempting to grow a cucumber (although it's nearly dead).

My little gooseberry plants have gone from looking like this:

To these big fruiting beasts!

I am also in the process of skinning this teeny tiny Goldcrest, and you'd think turning little things into taxidermy wouldn't be so difficult. But the smaller they are the more difficult it becomes.

And then here are three pretty unrelated photos.

Me and little Oscar Zissou.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; 
I lift my lids and all is born again. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, 
And arbitrary blackness gallops in: 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed 
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade: 
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men: 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said, 
But I grow old and I forget your name. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead; 
At least when spring comes they roar back again. 
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

”

—	Mad Girl’s Love Song, Sylvia Plath

The only part of the Royal Wedding I enjoyed the most was..

...the cake. I mean look at it. I wouldn't even want to eat that. I'd preserve it forever and just look at it now and again.

To be honest it probably tasted like ass, all these wedding cakes with 60 layers of icing and dry fruit cake in the middle are usually vomit inducing and not worth the effort. But oh well, it's pretty to look at.

Osterley Park

Thankfully I live very near to Osterley Park being a West Kensington-er, I'd never been there before and we took the random decision to go on Monday morning and I'm really glad we did. It's an incredible and beautiful place. It felt a lot smaller on the inside than it looked outside which was odd, I suppose most of the space is taken up be secret corridors for the maids and butlers.

Baby number 2

I'm sorry I've not blogged in a while, I've not been well lately and I just couldn't be bothered.
Last night I picked up (yet another) bunny, a little Lionhead. He's about 2 months old and I've decided to call him Oscar!
That's enough bunnies for me now. I'm happy with my little two, hopefully they will get along well and wont fight.