Self portrait one

  
Self portrait in one colour and almost one line. 

[C] D. Archer. November 2015

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New Ink

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It’s odd to think
my magnum opus lies
in liquid form
before my eyes.

Strange really when you think about the relationship between the ink, the pen and your brain and how they must be in harmony for ideas to germinate and escape across the virgin page.

At the start of every new notebook I am reminded of the closing lines to my favourite poem by Seamus Heaney, “Digging” a piece about his father. The poem ends….

I’ve no spade to follow men like them. Between my finger and my thumb the squat pen rests. I’ll dig with it”.

And that also reflects my style of writing, I’m not blessed with the ability to just write, my “poems” are well and truly dug out of the myriads of edits that litter my notebook.

One day I might just get it right.

[c] D. Archer. October 2013

New Ink

 

It has long been an ambition of mine to have more tattoos than I have arms and early last month I achieved my goal. Photographs have been photoshopped only to remove my middle aged spread.

I had the Samurai for quite a while and gradually added the Hanya Mask and the Koi over the past months, oh the smell of nappy rash cream and the lovely lovely peeling skin…..mmmmmmm….peeeling skin!

Artwork and Ink by Jo Pink at Nigel Kurt’s funhouse tattoos in Barnsley, well worth the long waiting list.