Going to make a better world. Trying to stop those who want to make it worse.
No better
I am tired. This is exactly how I feel at the moment. For years I went around thinking that I couldn’t certain things or jobs because I wouldn’t be able to do them well. But it hasn’t seemed to have stopped anyone else. Every time I go out, the world seems to a free for all. But I don’t mean freedom. I mean people doing things they think are important, or that only they can do. People seizing a day that is not even remotely theirs to seize. Too many people with a sense of entitlement.
Oh, what I’m really banging on about is that I’ve been getting pissed off with one of my Library Course teacher, who has terrible teaching skills, and has been telling me off for helping people in my class. And after all these years I’ve worked out that I’m really good at interpreting garbage, and explaining it simply to others, but what I’m really bad at is finding a simple idea and turning it into confusing garbage. Which leads me to a life of poverty and resentment.
The Boy Who Owned The Forest
Just thought I’d post a picture from this zine where I did the pictures for Elizabeth JMW’s story. Here’s the scene with the writer. You can buy some of the first edition with the fancy silver cover HERE.
Colouring Competition Last Chance
As usual the public response has been overwhelming, and I have recieved a total of ONE entry. I must say that it was a most excellent entry by Irene, and it is most likely that she could have one if I’d recieved thousands of entries. But it’s not the case. So anyway I’ll give it another week. The winning entry will receive, one of the original drawings for the colouring book, a magnet of something else, the colouring book itself, and probably some bonus zines and postcards.
Good luck, but at the moment it’s not really luck, but just someone cared enough to enter.
Send your entries to me at
nuggetmatisse@hotmail.com
See the front running entry here
Oh dear.
Nightmares for weeks now.
Time to get moving.
If you only had ears.
All-Hallows’-Eve
The Witching Hour is upon us
We don’t know how it ends.
Unraveling this mortal coil.
New Christmas Card out now
It’s never too early to start getting ready for Christmas. Here is my attempt at a Hipster card. I don’t think it quite worked, but it’s still pretty.
s,
Nicholas Beckett Visionary 