Tuesday, 2 December 2008
Tuesday, 18 November 2008
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Monday, 3 November 2008
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
Tuesday, 21 October 2008
Tuesday, 14 October 2008
Tuesday, 7 October 2008
Tuesday, 30 September 2008
Tuesday, 23 September 2008
Monday, 15 September 2008
Tuesday, 9 September 2008
I then scanned the image into photoshop and played around a little to make colour decisions. I often do this as it helps me to perceive the final image..
and so begins the long process of colouring..
Monday, 1 September 2008
Tuesday, 26 August 2008
Tuesday, 19 August 2008
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
Tuesday, 5 August 2008
Wednesday, 30 July 2008
Monday, 21 July 2008
Monday, 14 July 2008
Monday, 7 July 2008
I have been given a blog award!!
This is a pleasant surprise from the lovely Nancy Lefko.
thankyou all so much I feel very honoured..
the 7 people I have chosen to pass it on to are
Jess , Tammie Lee , Fran , Eric Barclay , Cata , Linda and Lucia
there were several more blogs I could have chosen, it was very difficult to whittle it down to seven...
Tuesday, 24 June 2008
Tuesday, 17 June 2008
Wednesday, 11 June 2008
Tuesday, 27 May 2008
Monday, 19 May 2008
Monday, 12 May 2008
Wednesday, 7 May 2008
Tuesday, 29 April 2008
I cropped this drawing because I was not very happy with the original image, I loved the grandmothers face but I felt the girls face was not quite right, I think it works ok with just the childs hand... but I'm happiest with the cropped version of them both.
Tuesday, 22 April 2008
Friday, 18 April 2008
Friday, 11 April 2008
Tuesday, 8 April 2008
Tuesday, 1 April 2008
Tuesday, 25 March 2008
Tuesday, 18 March 2008
Friday, 14 March 2008
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! Too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
I still want to make one more image for this poem of the Owl and the Pussycat dancing on the sand in the moonlight...