Thursday, 30 April 2015
Chorlton Baths and Unicorn Grocery
Thomas Street, the Northern Quarter
Oldham Street, the Northern Quarter.
Sunday, 26 April 2015
Tuesday, 21 April 2015
Ever since I started regularly posting my drawings at the beginning of the year, people have asked whether I'm planning to sell the originals, or take on commissions. So far I've just been pleasing myself with what I draw - everything that's close to home, views of people and places in Levenshulme, and drawings of our cat, Bernard Socks, for example. Then, I've been doing lots of city centre landmarks, such as views of Canal Street and places like Afflecks. I've kept all the originals to myself up till now...
But this week I've decided that - as well as doing cards and prints - I'm going to start selling original artwork. I'm going to start doing commissions. You can tell me what to draw! Places, people, old photos, buildings, landscapes, landmarks, locations, shops, businesses, exteriors, interiors, cats and dogs and imaginary stuff...!
Drop me a line! pmagrs@gmail
Thursday, 16 April 2015
Just read a post by the clever Jenna Burtenshaw in which she uses the phrase 'Reading Funk', and wonders which book might jolt her out of it. It's such a great phrase for that very moment - familiar to all obsessive readers - of being cheesed off and not knowing where to turn in a world of too many bookish options. There's so much out there - but nothing seems like exactly the *right* thing just now...
I've had this countless times in my reading life. I've never thought my reading stamina was all that great, in fact, despite the amount I *do* read. I have to be *thrilled* by what I'm reading more or less most of the time and if i'm not and it starts to feel like a chore - then me and that book have to have a quiet word.
The worst bad patch I remember was spring 2004 and I had a run of duff reads. It was A L Kennedy (bless her - I'm sure she's good really) who made me fling a book across the room (it was so exhaustively, endlessly, comprehensively miserable) and give up. And I stopped reading for three weeks. The thought I was left with was - 'What's the point? It's just prying into other's people's upsets, fetishes and peculiar thoughts.' Never before had I felt that as strongly. And, three weeks later, it was being in Deansgate Waterstones and picking up the newly-published 'Shadow of the Wind' by Carlos Ruiz Zafon that bust me out of that funk. I took it off to Atlas bar's blue terrace by the railway arches and read - enthralled in a good old mystery - for a whole, sunny afternoon. It was a huge lesson in reading, in giving yourself up to a book, and in learning about how I really needed to mix up the genres I was reading and always take the litfic with a good pinch of pulp. Also, zigzag from genre to genre with each change of book.
You must have had the Reading Funk before. Which book got you out?