edward gorey tell us a story..

I love his work. Fucking amazing.

I've looked at his stuff so many times. In awe. Then forget until I bump into him again and the amazement returns every time.
meticulous weird wonderful melancholy and hilarious all at once.

Buy one buy all.

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tie day.

It's friday. And friday is tie day. and hat day.

Why blog

Blogs, bloggers and blogging.

A strange pursuit really. Keep your diary in a virtual space so all who chance upon it can read it.
A published narcissism. Like catching a piece of paper on a windy day and finding it to be someone's diary pages.

hmm.. This gives me an idea for an art project actually. Chain a big diary somewhere public and document what happens to it. Would people write in it? Would they draw? Would they deface it or try and steal it?

Or because I stupidly wrote this idea here will it be stolen, transformed and exhibited?

Please credit me and if you do. And send me pics and tell the stories that come from such an enterprise..

I suppose blogs work, like all successful internet content works, when it's a journal or information source for the like minded..

...to be continued...

Bad poetry. Good medicine.

Abalone farming
is simply quite charming.
Lets start this sitting
watching filters afiltering
and growing bigger profits each day.

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Computers unlike scooters
don't have hooters
for making annoyances go away.

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Its coffee cup is full of muck
bitter and sweet and lukewarm.
Poor luke never cold
but known to the old
and with the bitter and sweet
out of luck.

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Thomas the tomato

Thomas the tomato swayed in the wind on his mother plant, Matilda. The sun baked down on him. He felt his tan deepening. He no longer felt so green. He was becoming a seasoned seedy thing. A veteran of the vine. A few of his compatriots had fallen already. He couldn't get a clear view (they were very far down), but Thomas assumed they were happy. They were quite still and seemed every more slouchy as if in great relaxation. Matilda always replied to questioning: "Well darling they're all brothers and sisters for me."

This always puzzled Thomas. Weren't they all HIS brothers and sisters? On Further questioning Matilda would only reply: "Beware the birds. and the worms. and stop talking. You're a tomato!"

Thomas never did become a brother or sister bush. He and a few chili friends became a very good arabiatta sauce. They were briefly aware of a greatly MUMBLING rolling around them. This turned out to be from the sea of Durum Wheat that had become Penne.

"It is GOOD!" was proclaimed by Ms Gladstone of Emery crescent in West Stanformoot on consumption of this meal. She suffered horrid heartburn all through that night. And phoned her friends in the morning to tell them about it.

godzilla

godzilla
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raaraaaarrr raaaaaaaar!!!

hahaha bored scribble

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duck2

duck2
Originally uploaded by simonvillet.

one of a whole series of clay heads I created for fun. If I had a few months of free time I'd love to do a short claymation with them.. messy as they are..

buttonbadges

buttonbadges
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illustration drawing scribbling painting pixel spraying animals people pandas tigers bunnies foxes dinosaurs dogs happy happy joy joy.

moved in

Our place is found. A 100 year old buildinging subdivided into five units with a mad eccentric advocate landlord hellbent on making the strangest three story all massive old beam construction known to mankind. Still waiting for tam's stuff to come down so on a blowup mattress at the moment which is strange to say the least. Beautiful fireplace and a balcony on tam n I's level looking out over the mountain. A happy mad bohemian tower that is already filling up with hopes dreams and very strange found objects..

post pics soon..

Thursday morning. Humming a tune from Magnetic Fields 69 love songs... shmaltzy band but fantastically tongue in cheek.
The studio is quiet the usual suspects are missing. The normal warfare of elastic bands fruit and basically anything that can be used as a projectile is absent and slightly disturbing.

I have seven million briefs for the day.

Back to making Levi's store windows suck people into the store.

sacred heart bruize

Originally uploaded by simonvillet.

The Sacred Heart as bruize tattoo on my arm. (unintentional I promise)

kites

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copyright simon villet 2005. Exhibited as part of the re-narrate exhibition

tam n I

tam n I
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cape town!! home at last!

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rabbitfox

rabbitfox
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and it begins

simon says say simon. I'm a professional scribbler. I illustrate and design. and make things that make people happy and sometimes a little melancholy at the same time.