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What an amazing quilt design - I'm not surprised the maths is  confusing! It's so striking - I love the red/orange background colour. You must be excited to get it finished, I know I would be!

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Hello, you've found me through my Blogger account :) I'm not blogging here anymore though so please follow the link below. Come on over, it would be lovely to meet you!My Blog is now at:http://www.narrativeself.com

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This blog is being migrated to:www.narrativeself.comcome on over!

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When I moved in, I didn't realise I'd be cleaning cow slobber off the windows!

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Back down at the Exchange gallery on this cold and windy day, I decided to do a 'warm up' drawing of the lovely Chantal Brooks, whilst she was busy being bored to death by the Penzance town nutter (not me honest!). As you can tell from the look of chagrin on her face, his three or four hours of scintillating company was not appreciated. Not sure this drawing was either, but hey, it was just a

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Kim's still on his school break , so we decided to do a bit of seal spotting on the north Cornish coast earlier this week. It was a grey, blustery day over at Gwithian but we were well rewarded for our little effort of getting to the top of the cliffs, where we saw around 50 grey seals lounging on the beach below us...Okay, so from this high up they look like slugs, but they certainly sounded

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Today was a whole lot of fun! Oh yes it was: drawing, drawing, drawing! Chantal Brooks was running a workshop at the Exchange gallery in Penzance called 'I Can't Draw', the idea being to get visitors to the gallery to let go of their inhibitions, pick up a pencil and get drawing. She invited me along for the day as 'guest artist', so I spent the day drawing and talking to visitors. And

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For the last couple of days I’ve had my head down and my nose stuck in a book I just couldn’t put down: 350 pages of compelling stuff. Engleby by Sebastian Faulks: £2.99 in W H Smith if you were prepared to stoop low enough to buy The Times. I stooped. Then discovered I needn’t have bothered because the book was half-price in Waterstones anyway. Having been welded to the sofa for several

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Well, how about this for a location to do it in?! This is Gwithian on the north Cornish coast and luckily it's only a short drive away. I spent an hour or so beach combing for driftwood with Chantal this afternoon and it was the best cobweb remover going - and it's free! Well, that is apart from the council's plan to fleece everyone: "Oooh, it's Easter let's make a load of money out of the

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If your name is Chantal, you may want to close your eyes now!!!I feel I've been neglectful here for several weeks, months even. Ill health and an imminent move are not conducive to clear thinking, for me! So, just to try and square things up a bit, here's a sneak preview of something I've been working on for months - just to prove I am still an artist! I'm making an artists' book (well, it

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I am pissed off with the world and its wife telling me what I should be, what I should do and how I should live my life. I AM AN ARTIST. I will live my life as an artist and if the rest of the world doesn't like it, the rest of the world can sod off and get over it.

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Breakfast in bed: fruit tea and a large slice of home-made caramel slice (also called millionaire's shortbread)Elevenses: Thornton's chocolate-covered Turkish delight (generously shared with offspring)Tea: home-made American pancakes and maple syrup followed by pain-au-chocolate, accompanied by fresh coffee and orange-juice avec bits inDinner: several large slices of home-made caramel slice

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Today is a good one. I had enough energy to go and sort out the airing cupboard, which is huge and full of junk. And, as you would expect with this kind of domestic bliss, I came across a long-forgotten gem. Several years ago my mother gave me a set of four encyclopaedias, called The World of the Children, she said she bought them for me when I was a child, and sure enough I found them tucked

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I sent this image to Chantal recently as part of our exchange. I hope she doesn't mind me reproducing it here, because to me it symbolises so many things we've been talking about and making things about for each other. In other words it feels very personal between us, but then on the other hand it will eventually be shown to a large gallery audience... Anyhow, I'm not going to show you what I

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I've sat here this week questioning why I'm still here and I can't find an answer that satisfies. I wait for scraps to come my way, but I'm so empty I can barely move towards them if they do. It's draining, trying to make sense of my existence; anyone's existence. Living is a selfish act.

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The story Peter, a young boy, lives with his grandfather in the Russian countryside. One day Peter leaves the garden gate open, and the duck takes the opportunity to go swimming on the nearby pond. She starts arguing with a little bird ("What kind of bird are you if you can't fly?" - "What kind of bird are you if you can't swim?"). Peter's pet cat sneaks up on them, and the bird – warned by Peter

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I received a letter today and inside was a story that I was asked to pass on...Pete was once a taxi-driver, one of his regular passengers was a lovely woman who he was very fond of. She told him this story - he in turn passed it on to his sister, she passed it to me and now I'm passing it on to you.Yohanna was a woman who owned a local shop, her cat would lay in the window, sunning itself.One of

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The new haircut - and no these weren't taken after he'd been to bed!

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I knew I'd find one,I see me in them everywhere.I can't help looking,wondering, was it worth it.

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Well, after almost 10 years (make that eight, he was bald for the first 2), of enduring either me cutting his hair basin-shaped or some old codger in a barber shop making him look like an old codger, I decided to treat Kim to a proper hair cut (a bit like the difference between a proper pasty and a Ginsters). As you can tell, he thoroughly enjoyed the experience of 'free' juice, a hair wash (oh

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the mood is swingingthe trap door is shuttight fast

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For the first time in months (what four or five?) I've updated my website - woohoo!www.stephanieboon.co.uk (just in case you'd forgotten!)Something a bit weird has happened today. After three months I finally got around to loading Dreamweaver and an ftp program onto this laptop. Then I sorted out the inevitable headache that goes along with that, mostly to do with the fact that I can't

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The 'anti climactic eruption' of Oliver Sutherland's VolcanoKim takes a look into Patrick Lowry's sculpture, to see how far down it goes...We trundled down to Newlyn yesterday for this fun, light-hearted exhibition that was part of the Newlyn Art Gallery's Transitions programme and was curated by Sovay Berriman. The work on show was inspired by the film Journey to the Centre of the Earth

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A few pictures taken in Penzance yesterday afternoon, 'twas a bit blustery!

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