i got my cup of joe, my pack of stokes, and I'm on my way down town

I am completely addicted to drawing these cups at the moment. Post-its, notebooks, random bits of paper; you name it, i've been drawing them on it. Little pics of takeaway coffee cups everywhere. I'm sure, like a song stuck in your head, that something else will come along soon and take over my subconcious, but until then I'm a lost cause.

i'm on my way to where the black rose blooms

I spotted this little director's chair with a swivel back in a sale in Habitat a few years ago and snapped it up for a few quid. It turned out to be one of the comfiest chairs I've ever owned.

sailing down behind the sun

I usually like drawing things around me. Nic-nacks, stuff on my desk, shoes, things, bits and bobs. But occasionally I see something online that really catches my attention. This was like that. It was originally a watercolour that I spotted on some image site where people upload everyday photos with meaningful sayings in Helvetica on top, but it made me get my pens out and have a go at drawing it.