Bleu Hope's Uploads

Of all the dreams I’ve had in my life, the one I had back in July of 2007 as a 14 year old seems to have stuck somewhere in my memory the longest. It involved some airy-fairy death and rebirth of the world and it all got very 2001-sy real quick. Here’s a retelling of that story...ish.

Long story short I needed a title, and prior to that my phone opted to have some sort of techno-stroke earlier in the day, and I took inspiration from this. So, yeah...

I overheard the term ‘feeding the muse’ after what felt like an age and two halves at some point this week, so I figured I’d utilise it as a source of inspiration (and corrupt it in the name of art) somehow...

A song of history and pastels.

Art therapy is good therapy.

Sequel time.

Quite often I dream up strange word combinations. The title for this one’s yet another example of such activities...

The 'arting while travelling' exercise I'm ever so fond of.

Yes, the titles will remain forever random.

The final doodle from my current sketchbook! As one door closes, another opens.

As it says on the tin! Don’t let those bastards grind you down.

A spot of Easter Monday improv.

Something water themed.

The things you hear after a few drinks can sure inspire you...

As it looks and as it sounds.

Something meaningful and hippie-like.

The creative demon possessing me at the time must’ve either been Mark E. Smith or Radiohead’s ‘Hail To The Thief’ shaped, judging by the lyrics of this one..

Something belated.

Cartoons old and gold just keep on inspiring me.

"Lang may yer lum reek (a Hogmanay greeting, implying "May you never be without fuel for your fire!", but more literally translates to "Long may your chimney smoke!")" All this I corrupted and used to inspire me here.