I’ll stop posting generic photos of Brighton when it stops being so damn pretty. I loved how especially blue the sea was looking Saturday afternoon.

Here’s what the first half of my summer has looked like. It’s involved a lot of travelling outside the borders of Brighton, beaches, cycling, painting, eating ice cream and in pubs (the only safe bet to go with a dog).

Hastings:

Brighton (paddle round the pier festival):

(Owl & the Pussycat <3)

(giant plastic-bag swan)

Seaford:

Beachy Head:

Other stuff:

Last week saw the opening of the brand-spanking-new Handmade co-op shop. It’s run by the same people who put on the Handmade Brighton art and craft fairs at Komedia, and I’m renting one of their retail spaces. They’ve got a fantastic variety of different types of work in there all by independent artists/designers/crafters, and they did a great job putting the whole place together for us.

It’s on St James street in Brighton, and open Tues-Sat 10am-6pm and Sun 11am-5pm.

That’s my space above.

SX-70 sonar / 600 / dirty rollers

The 2nd Brighton Zinefest started their 4 days of events yesterday. Tomorrow I’ll be taking part in the fair, taking along lots of zines and a few other small bits (stickers/postcards/badges/cookies) too. Along with the stallholders there’s a bunch of workshops going on, in things like guerilla gardening and zine making. It’s taking place at the Hanover Community (33 Southover Street Brighton, BN2 9UD) from 1:30 to 5:30pm.

Details of all their events on their website.

Last week I took a short walk along the seafront and down the pier, before returning home. The pier at night is like something out of Scooby-Doo when it’s off season. Most things are closed and there’s not many people about, half the rides have had their insides taken away or are in pieces. The cheesy 70′s music can still be heard all the way down.

I’ll be at February’s Handmade Brighton with Emma again next weekend.

I’ll be sharing a stall with Emma at Handmade Brighton’s Christmas fair  on December 5th at Komedia.

I went to the Booth Museum of Natural History (although it’s more the museum of birds and  butterflies, with a few skeletons thrown in for good measure) to do a bit of drawing earlier in the week. I’ve lived down the round from in for a year yet this was my first time in. It was very quiet at the time which just added to the creepiness of being surrounded by cases upon cases of dead stuffed things.

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