Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children, by Ransom Riggs.
I can see myself having created the cover for this book. I can also see myself having written it, in another reality, if I could focus upon the written word with the same integrity and confidence that I apply as a creator of images.
And I haven’t even read it yet.
It is on its way to me right now:)
I feel as though I haven't posted here for such a long time. It isn't really, but I have so many distractions at present that I haven't been able to create many new works - working on a few commission deadlines are taking up my 'art' time, and in my relaxation spaces I have been indulging my fashion blog with random thoughts and imagery, catching up on some overdue book reading (Umberto Eco's 'On Ugliness' is fantastic), and just generally trying to keep tabs on this horribly wayward sleep disorder. I feel like the somnambulist these days. Summer is always the worst. For the most part I sleep relatively well throughout winter, but summer brings drawn out phases of sleeplessness and allergies for me, which tend to drain me of my usual store of energy. Still, I have some wonderful ideas gestating - more surreal, darker themed works, perhaps.
I have also temporarily disabled my Facebook account in an effort to downsize my web use a little. There's something about the quick and easy format of sites like Facebook and Twitter that I find offputting. There seems so very little room for reflection, depth, etc, unlike bloging, which is so personal and cozy in comparison. But this is just me, I suppose, and I simply wanted to cut back a little, instead of scattering myself randomly all over the web like little pieces of artandghosts confetti.
And now, I must go and attend to my weekly shopping list: the kitty is eyeing me suspiciously.