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It's been a long, old summer. Dry, in terms of work, dry and barren. But I hate summer. Autumn's my time, when the nights close in, the sun sets in fiery shades and the trees burn coldly into their winter deaths. When rime frost coats the ground, and my breath puffs out before me. The dew-laden lace, a spider's handiwork, glitters in the late dawn and the pearl-white mist diffuses the bright, sharp sunlight. That's my time. With ice in the air, and magic in the mist, and cold breath on my lips, I'll come alive. Makes me smile just to imagine it, pressing against the windows, seeping through the gaps with the dusky damp scent of decay, and b

Lol, I must have jinxed it. No sooner than I mentioned Andy Murray's win, did he lose to Roddick. Typical. Still, glad Federer won in the end. Seems my inspiration went the same way as Murray's form too. I had an afternoon of carelessly swilling around paints on the page. Nothing came of it. Looked like finger paintings. Bad finger paintings. So instead thought I'd upload some older photos, some of my faves. Hope you like them :) Smith x

It's funny, to me anyway, that despite the stifling heat, my creative energies are buzzing! Feel alive with the desire to make beautiful things, with camera, pencil, paints, I just don't know! Very refreshing. Perhaps its because my Uni stuff is all but done, have to take in the final bound work tomorrow to get my hands on the certificate :D Or perhaps its because Andy Murray's win has inspired some positivity in me, and I've plumped for art because I have no one to challenge to a game of tennis!! He he! Either way, I'm off to get out supplies and generally indulge. Results, if i manage anything of merit, to be seen here soon. Smith x