madrid

madrid

I flew to Madrid last week to give the good boat Phizz the Whizz a push out onto the oft-choppy waves of the internet, with my colleague and friend, the redoubtable Maria, whom I have known for actual decades. (We met in ’95 when working in Corel, shared an apartment in Rathmines.) We enjoyed recording the localised version of the last episode, in which I play the grandmother, and planned the next episode (Sneak preview: Phizz goes to buy art materials with his Grandma, learning colours as he goes. [Insert elaborate daydream: art shops – the colours! The textures! The potential!]) We worked, we plotted, we walked around town in the warm evenings. We ate tapas, and drank wine on the terrace in the evening. And now I am in my studio again, and the rain, it cometh down. The Summer of No Socks is over, for real, this time.

I have submitted roughs for A Christmas Carol, (Scrooge is a gift for an illustrator. Thank you Charles Dickens.) nonetheless, am painting them, sorting out the fruit name app for Little Whizz Kid, and planning my Christmas stall.

So much to do.