I’m busy working on a new project that will be revealed soon…ish. Well, not soon. Sometime. In the meantime, I’ve made a few new things, had some things made, and drawn lots of silly things.
You can keep up with all my nonsense on Twitter or Instagram…this sort of thing:
I’ve had lovely teatowels screen printed:
And made a couple of illustrations for Inkology.co.uk…
….click on the link to read fun kids poems by Dom Conlon.
….that I’ve made recently for my friend, Dom Conlon, over on Inkology.co.uk.
Click on the title to read the poem.
I have illustrated a fabulous nonsense poem by Dom Conlon. Here’s my drawing before I added colour. The animals are pretty fantastical. What colours do you think they should be?
Click on the image to download and print out the free colouring sheet, then visit inkology.co.uk to read the poem and see how I coloured it in.
Dr Dribble is a thoroughly despicable doctor. He is the invention of Dom Conlon. You can read about his terrible ways at Inkology.co.uk or click on the picture above to go straight to the animated version and hear and see Dom reading the first Dr Dribble poem.
Pictures by me.
If you enjoyed that, don’t forget to check out ‘Whale Eggs‘ for more animated silliness.
And don’t forget to keep paying attention, there will be more dreadful doctorings coming up soon. x
My friend, Dom Conlon, wrote a nonsense poem about Mr Tardily-Mess yesterday. I could see straight way what he should look like, so here he is:
Click on the image to visit Inkology.co.uk and read the poem. 🙂
Silk whispers secrets
A child climbs an old oak tree
Blossom falls like rain.
Words by Dom Conlon. Illustration by me.
Three images by me and three Haiku by Dom Conlon which grew out of something entirely different, which you will hear more about in due course.
The images were prompted by a few words, which in turn were expanded into haiku in response to the images. This is also a very new way of painting for me: very loose, lots of wet into wet, ink, paint, pencil and water. Lots of water. They were a lot of fun to do.
Update: 12/05/15. Four images by me and four haiku by Dom. 🙂
1.
A clatter of wood
echoes on cobbled streets as
a bark leads the way
2.
The wind shakes washing
and a scullery of birds
fly to clean the clouds
3.
Summer scatters as
rain hammers the window and
morning turns to sleep
4.
Whispers hide under
awnings of pan-rattled skies
a dog weaves the mist
.
My friend, Dom, wrote a little nonsense verse on Twitter last week and it inspired me to draw this in my sketchbook:
I’d Follow You
I’d follow you
up to the moon,
or even into hell.
But you go first,
and if it’s safe
just give a little yell.
🙂
I also illustrated another lovely nonsense poem for Dom this week:
Where Do Your Parents Go At Night?
Your breathing slows, your eyes shut tight,
your folks turn off the hallway light,
you hear one thing that’s not quite right,
you wonder where they go at night.
They leave you on your own, you know,
they do this every night.
When you’re asleep they tuck you in
and disappear from sight.
Where do they go, you’d like to know?
You’d like to know just where.
But do you think that now’s the time
To find out if they care?
They leave you on your own, you know,
they do this every night.
When you’re asleep they tuck you in
and disappear from sight.
Perhaps they creep to the Midnight Ball
where demons dance and creatures crawl,
where spiders tower nine feet tall
whilst wizards croak and witches call.
They leave you on your own, you know,
they do this every night.
When you’re asleep they tuck you in
and disappear from sight.
Perhaps they zoom out to the stars
In special, super-fast jet cars.
Perhaps they stop awhile on moons
And leap and jump and dance like loons.
They leave you on your own, you know,
they do this every night.
When you’re asleep they tuck you in
and disappear from sight.
Maybe they searched and even found
A secret chamber underground,
Where cogs and wheels and engines turn,
Where pistons pump and fires burn.
They leave you on your own, you know,
they do this every night.
When you’re asleep they tuck you in
and disappear from sight.
Where might they be this very night
As you sleep without a light?
Did they wander off somewhere
In search of some strange golden bear?
They leave you on your own, you know,
they do this every night.
When you’re asleep they tuck you in
and disappear from sight.
But then again, perhaps, maybe
They’ve travelled out across the sea
To where the moonlit dolphins leap
To have adventures of the deep.
They leave you on your own, you know,
they do this every night.
When you’re asleep they tuck you in
and disappear from sight.
But truth to tell, in short to say,
The place they go when you’re asleep,
Is far from there and near to where
You lie alone without a peep.
It’s true they leave you on your own,
It’s true they close the bedroom door.
But when they think that you’re out cold
They fall asleep and snore.
Under The Stairs
You’ll find her now beneath the stairs
Living a life without cares.
There she sits in the dark
Unafraid of the park
Where her parents were eaten by bears.
…
Thanks to Dom Conlon for providing a bit of nonsense to go with my piece of nonsense. 🙂
And to my lovely Twitter friend Bratfink for coming up with her own nonsense verse to accompany my illustration:
Harriet Potter felt like a rotter,
as she hid under the stairs;
she’d not eaten all day,
her folks ran away;
then a hungry bear came in and got her.
