We just got back from France on a late flight last night. A long journey to Beauvais airport from Merlimont in 30º heat and back to half that in Dublin. Still, it's great to be home, whatever the weather. A few weeks ago, I slammed the seat of my motorbike down on top of my lovely smartphone and, wait for it...then rode off for about twenty miles before I needed to call home and couldn't find my phone. After going through the usual process of patting my pockets and shuffling around in small circles looking in the grass at the roadside, I realised what I'd done. There was my phone, wedged nicely at the hinge end of the seat. I stared at the mangled phone and made tiny sobbing noises for a while. I also uttered very many oaths and curse-words but to no avail.
The upshot is, I was mostly offline for the week in France, which turned out to be a good thing as I wasn't peering into the screen looking for signs of work projects which weren't there anyway. I used instead, an old Nokia phone which we keep as a backup for my frequent phone mishaps. I find it amazing how I've been seduced by the promise of always-on connectivity. I felt bereft because I couldn't post anything to social media. Pathetic.
So, I've made a decision and it's final: I'm going straight out this afternoon to buy another smartphone.
Below is a drawing from my sketchbook. It's cross-hatched using a fine-line pen. I was leafing through a French copy of Graffiti Art Magazine and came across an artist from Catalonia who calls himself Popay. It's difficult sifting through another language for details when you're standing in the middle of a newsagent's shop reading the magazines when they want you to actually buy one. After seeing the €7.90 price tag, I spent some time pretending to browse other magazines and then patting my pockets as if I'd forgotten my wallet (Note: This practice can also be useful), I exited the shop, replete with half-learned information. The things I do for research, honestly: I should be awarded with l'Ordre national de la Légion d'honneur for services to art.
There were some drawings of his reproduced amongst all the colour work. I really liked them and that sparked off a series of sketches in my sketchbook.