Drawing an illustration for a little zine based in York. They were pretty chilled with what I draw so long as its loosely York based and perhaps spring themed. I’m tryna think what spring in York is for me: I love York’s architectural detail, hidden alleys and secret nooks. I love the bars and the different people that dwell in each. Spring in York means more chance to get outside climbing, locally getting the train to Almscliff or the bus to Wetherby boulders. I think of the daffodils near old stone and this reminds me of my nana.
Next time I think about competing, someone should tell me not too. I hate it. I make stupid mistakes and judge myself too much. I should climb because it makes me happy, not to be good. I should have picked a hobby where no one is ever better than anyone else and I’d be terrible and not care.
It’s pretty sweet been back in York, nice to see my mam and dogs and hog and keeping sane by climbing with the lovely people at Red Goat. Feel a bit lonely tonight mind and would love a massage and a drink in the sun.
If you must wait, Wait for them here in my arms as I shake If you must weep, Do it right here in my bed as I sleep If you must mourn, my love Mourn with the moon and the stars up above If you must mourn, Don’t do it alone
If you must leave, Leave as though fire burns under your feet If you must speak, Speak every word as though it were unique If you must die, sweetheart Die knowing your life was my life’s best part And if you must die, Remember your life
You are You are Oh, you are You are Oh
If you must fight, Fight with yourself and your thoughts in the night If you must work, Work to leave some part of you on this earth If you must live, darling one,