On my journeys to and from the Copyshop (for all my scanning and postcard printing needs) I often pass this little gem wedged between restaurants and cafes on St Mary’s Street. I have ventured in, bought presents and cards, ventured out then went on my merry way. The thought occurred to me that perhaps my prints would be a good fit for them and so I made contact.
I am happy to announce that they have taken me on. Hurrah. Any shop with a shop dog is ace in my book. Bunty does not disappoint. She is complete with handmade scarf, her own house and tiny bowls, and sweet demeanour. Can’t help but like that the owner of the shop is sporting tattoo sleeves of the real variety. No meshy slip-on ones for her.
The tourist season is soon upon us and this makes me sigh with relief. I know I’m a bit of a sell out, but we must all make a living somehow. I like it that they like my work (especially the Yanks) and that my artwork is living in homes from the States to Japan and lots of places inbetween.
And so, I plot my next artwork, possibly a view down from Calton Hill. If I can manoeuvre my expanding self up that steep incline.