Various adventures involving vinyl cutting and sneaking around in the cover of darkness, or dressed as a workman with a high-vis vest and hard hat also seems to work well.

A few times a year I go through explaining my point of view on a certain thing to various people I chat with. This thing is society's gross stereotyping and prejudice of everything. It's the underpinning of branding really, which is why I secretly detest the whole marketing industry, of which I am a part... I'm a hypocrite of sorts.

Now, try not to give in to programmed reflex of thought when I say this next thing:

I like the swastika.

I'm not bad like Hitler, I was in love with a Jewish girl at one point in my life. There is no particular political or religious point of view which makes me like the symbol. I see it as a simple/clever shape. I don't have that association that seems to be impossible to shift from people's minds that says: If you draw a swastika, you are a nazi lover.

Anyway, in a 100% childish way this made me think of other things you can't say because they upset people or are too controversial to make it worth opening your mouth, as pissing people off isn't fashionable anymore.

I used my painting-skills-of-a-5-year-old to create this functional and politically stimulating piece which fits 4 full mugs of tea in it.

Enough of my pontificating. I'm not evil, and you'll never prove otherwise.... But...

• I hate the NHS
• I <3 AL QUAEDA
• Hitler made me do it
• SATAN ROCKS
• Higher uni fees now
• Death to America
• Stop moaning about jobs

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A vibrant and layered commentary on social constructs and spiritual disorientation in a post-modern world.

Universe wins again.

It's well known that when I'm not working on 3D scenes for clients, I'm out there being a free spirit, hugging trees, foraging, camping wild, carrying out Pagan rituals of all types, and hiding away from the material world/internet (as it's just total bollocks really, isn't it). At the end of the day I rest my head on my fair-trade hemp pillow and proceed to have the most intense, terrifying, bizarre, and traumatic dreams possible. This is such a problem for me that I've undergone a fair bit of medical observation a-la E.T. when captured by the authorities, with sensors stuck all over me to monitor brain patterns, breathing, audio, cardiac systems, ocular movement, motor function, etc.

Now they keep me sedated at night with the use of Zopiclone, which has stopped the sleepwalking and much of my physical interactions with dreams during REM sleep, but the dreams still come and can be so realistic and involved that I wake up feeling like I've not slept at all.

So, being proactive, I have researched the options for enhancing quality of sleep, and of course was immediately romanced by the combination of craft and mythology involved in dreamcatchers.

My friend Debbie had prior experience of dreamcatcher construction due to making one at Glastonbury one time, and with her almost fate-like stash of willow, beads, feathers and wool, the universe had provided once again everything I needed at this moment in life.

We compulsively set about making dreamcatchers for most of a day, only breaking to nip to the estuary to find more feathers, and paint a teapot and bowl at The Art Cafe en route. Our production-line-like skills produced 9 dreamcatchers, leaving us pretty covered on the dream catching front.

Needless to say, along with Debbie's casting of salt, and burning of insense and candles in an unexpected yet mystically effective bout of space cleansing, there were no bad dreams all weekend.

So, dreamcatchers: 100% tested and proven to work. Thanks to the Ojibwa Nation for this great piece of wireless technology.

Peace out homies.

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Update: Dreamcatchers successfully rehomed, keep pledging your support, every penny counts: