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.
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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...
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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...
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A song of history and pastels.
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Art therapy is good therapy.
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Sequel time.
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Quite often I dream up strange word combinations. The title for this one’s yet another example of such activities...
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The 'arting while travelling' exercise I'm ever so fond of.
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Yes, the titles will remain forever random.
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The final doodle from my current sketchbook! As one door closes, another opens.
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As it says on the tin! Don’t let those bastards grind you down.
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A spot of Easter Monday improv.
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Something water themed.
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The things you hear after a few drinks can sure inspire you...
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As it looks and as it sounds.
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Something meaningful and hippie-like.
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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..
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Something belated.
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Cartoons old and gold just keep on inspiring me.
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"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.
Hello, my name is Bleu Hope, 
