Oh ye, wha in your oors o ease, ‍‍
‍‍Are fashed wi golochs, mauks, an flees,
Fell stingin wasps an bumble bees,
Tak tent o this:
There’s ae sma pest that’s waur nor these
To mar your bliss…

—W.R. Darling, “The Pest”
Oor Mither Tongue: An Anthology of Scots Vernacular Verse (Alexander Gardner, 1937)

Experimenting with making folk horror Fuzzy Felt, combining shapes from vintage sets with cutting my own.
Only a work in progress & a tentative first attempt but I’m enjoying working out the process & possibilities

Diana and the gals were bathing in a baptismal font when along came Actaeon. Clearly had to be transformed into a stag! From Domenico Veneziano, whose day is today.

Bigger Trees Nearer Warter by David Hockney Winter 2008
Oil on Nine Canvases
(Private Collection)

Is there really anything more exquisite than an ear painted by Bramantino?

A sandy beach. A sandy island. Fish swim in currents of the stream. A whole semi-aquatic world envisioned by Bernard Palissy, whose day is today.

More Puffin perfection.

@desdelboy.bsky.social

Mark E Smith of The Fall at The Foresters in Prestwich.

Photograph by Charles Gordon Montgomery, early 1980s.

‘Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting.’ Virginia Woolf