Us top-flight artists don’t usually do requests, but what the heck…
I don’t have an artistic bone in my body, but the iPad Brushes app makes cheating very easy.
Original photo here.
Ever since I was a little kid and read Bobby Brewster, Detective, I’ve been a compulsive notebook collector. Not that I ever wrote anything in them, you understand—they were far too nice to spoil with my scrawl.
Then, a few years back, my poor old Psion Organiser finally went west, and I was suddenly without something to note down amusing stuff that might eventually make it into one of my letters to Stense, or something like that. So I finally cracked open one of my many unused Moleskine™ notebooks and started jotting stuff down.
Much of the crap that has appeared on Gruts over the last few years appeared in first draft in that notebook. It has been pretty much my constant companion since 15th December, 2003.
Last week came the end of an era: I finally filled my Moleskine. It was kind of sad. Over the years, in addition to covering its pages with my untidy (and often drunken) handwriting, I had padded it out by sticking in stuff which happened to come to hand. It became a sort of scrapbook. Stuck amongst the pages, you will find collections of fruit stickers, train tickets, idle doodles made on loose pieces of paper, and the occasional raffle ticket.
Here, for example is a pensive bird I doodled on 17th May this year. It’s some sort of finch, by the look of it. When I showed it to Stense during one of our hot dates, she suddenly went all dewy-eyed and girlie on me, saying it was gorgeous, and wasn’t I a talented artist? I didn’t like to tell her it started off life as a doodle of a parrot which went horribly wrong.
So, anyway, it turns out that my Moleskine is packed full of rather a lot of sentimental rubbish and fond memories. Which is why it was kind of sad to finish it.
I’ve started a new one, of course, but I haven’t really broken it in yet: its pages are far too pristine and, well, white. But I’m sure I’ll soon knock it out of shape.