I have lots of friends, most of whom I sadly don't get to see much of because I am in France and most of them are in the UK. SOME of my friends go back literally decades and are actually old school buddies - yes, there are people out there who have stomached my madness for more than 30 years hehehe. One brave soul in particular has recently has taken up diving; I kind of get the impression after a fair bit of armtwisting from his partner , who is a very experienced diver. Now, gentle readers, I confess I am not a very brave person and although I swim well, diving is one activity which gives me palpitations just thinking about it - my attitude being if humans were meant to breathe underwater, we'd have been given gills. Suck that up Jacques Cousteau.
So, although I would never admit this to his face, I am totally awestruck that my friend would even think about putting himself through this experience just to keep his other half happy. Obviously our alma mater gave him the moral fibre it so consumately failed to deliver into my psyche because, dear friends, there is NO WAY in a million years I would do something which scares me shitless just to please Troll... I am on the Becky Sharpe rather than the Miss Melly spectrum when it comes to self-sacrifice, I'm afraid.
Anyway to explain why this convoluted tale is relevant to my designing , my pal has recently been in Tenerife and, en passant, mentioned that he had been night-diving, This was something which wound its way under my skin and gave me an evening of bizarre terrors during the little sleep I got - thanks sweetie! However, not all is lost, and working on the principal you can learn from anything, here is my attempt to make good from bad. As it's largely put together from Moda Marbles, the shades do not run quite true on the PC, but they are all 'jewel colours' in honour of the hours of psychedelic fun to which my subconscious treated me. Entitled 'Night Dive', I might even make one for the silly old queen whose adventures inspired it