Ruination

The Undercity, pencil on paper.

This drawing on A3 started life as a doodle 2" by 1".

Music on Monday: Frontierland

Mariachi. Rock. Mariachi and rock. Mariachi rock. Champion.

3:1

Some new squarescapes, which, after lounging on the shelves for weeks looking unfinished, are suddenly finished. Three rainy to one with just sun. So it goes.

Top one 12" x 12", the others 8" x 8".

Mug Shots 3

Edward Dalton

I don't know what Edward Dalton did, but I imagine if you stepped on his shoes he would kill you.

Frank Murray, alias Harry Williams.

According to the Police notes, Frank Murray (put away for breaking and entering - 12 months hard labour) was of a "quiet disposition." Which is perhaps surprising, because he looks mad as badger cake. Also, I haven't actually exaggerated his hair all that much.

William Cahill.

 Sort of a cross between Cagney and Anthony Hopkins.


All of these came via TwistedSifter.com, and they're worth a look, because they're rather beautiful in themselves as photographs.

Music on Monday: Incredible String Band.

Hot damn! It's the South Memphis String Band!

Mug Shots 2

More gentlemen of dubious intent.

William Stanley Moore

Ah Low

Eugenia Falleni aka Harry Crawford

'Eugenia,' yes: as 'Harry Crawford' (who she became in 1899) she worked as a hotel cleaner, and married a widow, Anne Birkett, in 1914. Falleni was arrested for mudering his (her) wife in 1917; Mrs Birkett/Crawford disappeared in 1917 shortly after telling a relative she had discovered "something amazing" about Harry.

Lab Coat

We went to a shop this afternoon to see what's what on replacing the open fire with a boiler stove. We discovered that it would be cheaper to burn the house down to keep warm but at least the brochures were free. And as I leafed through the middle class Aga-porn I couldn't help but notice a tragic story unfolding in the pictures: