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 Recipe for an NFT collection... Take some ideas from your childhood Mash them together inside your weird brain See what happens Draw it ! Inside my weird brain the first of those childhood ideas was Dr Who's time machine, TARDIS. It had a broken camouflage system called a Chameleon Circuit which meant it was stuck in the disguise of a police call box. Wherever it landed it looked completely out of place and yet nobody ever seemed to notice. The second idea was from a story by Arthur C. Clarke called The Traveller. He was a tourist from the future who travelled back in time to witness key events in history and to experience places around the world before man ruined them. (and yes, I do realise that I'm revealing my inner Geek! :) So it was the mashup of those two concepts that inspired 'Rebel Chameleon', my latest NFT art collection. A slightly odd looking creature who keeps popping up in snapshots of current events, such as the Prime Mi...

 

  It seems we face the unpleasant prospect of yet another quarantine 'lockdown' period because of the rising COVID-19 infection rates. Hopefully we'll get to Christmas first. I can't help but reflect on how art helped me get through previous lockdowns (I've lost count...will this be the 5th?!) Having loved creating things as a child, I lost the 'spark' sometime during my teens...probably replaced by something I thought would be more likely to impress girls! I found it again during the first lockdown. I'm not entirely sure how it happened. I remember finishing an extremely long shift (my day job is with the National Health Service) and feeling utterly exhausted. At the time every day consisted of work/sleep/repeat, without any sense of achievement, and there was no end in sight. It was one of the low points, of which there were many. I sat at my desk doodling, doodling turned into sketching, and sketching turned into...this It was the first of many, as I ...