arms and hands be-
cause chemistry was
so bloody boring and
Mrs Grant had that
type of shouty Pomer-
anian bark voice that
meant she was impos-
sible to make sense
of, even if you wanted
to and so biro draw-
ing ensued all over the
naked flesh, up arms
and thighs and on my
knees where I had holes in my tights..who knew how those trivial
teenage moments would bizarrely build the fabric of my entire exis-
tence in later years.
I love to experiment with different styles of blackwork. I love the lib-
erating feeling for brushwork and sketchy expressive pieces vs the
concentrated symmetry of geometry and quiet precision of fine line
illustration and dotwork.
I hear people started saying it was racist when you got to that
point and if you continue to your face it would be blackface
and that would be racist but your family is mixed race and
your grandmother is African- American so …….
Yeah this is an odd topic that’s worth getting out in the open. I think
that people have a way of colouring their attitudes in appreciation,
or poisonously, according to their own experience of the world.
Some are habitually bent on sensationalising things that they don’t
understand. This is fine, life can get dull, why not stir things up a
little? I get it. In this particular case I spoke personally with the per-
son who made this comment who seemed to have been mislead
about a million miles in the wrong direction. This coupled with all
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