Time-Travelling Thursday

So, I thought I might share some of the things that I've produced over the years, since I'm pretty busy at the moment and whatever inspiration I'm having isn't being given much time to grow.  I've done a lot of doodles in various notebooks, many of a kind of imagined grotesque, many of an interpretation of real animals/people.  

Here are some that I scanned in the other day.   I was about 14 or 15 when I drew them.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Heya folks - hope y'all have had a good day celebrating your lovers/friends/freedom!  I thought I'd take the occasion to share some cutesy goodness with you. 

Just in case anyone hasn't seen it yet - Disney made a short (Paperman) to show a new technique of merging computer animation and traditional drawing.  It really is awfully adorable.  Unfortunately, Disney have taken down most links for it, so I can't share its wonderfulness with you - I suggest you search for it on YouTube at a later date.  A lot of people have commented on its similarity to Signs, which is also lovely, why not watch wish you were an office worker just waiting for romance to unfold...

Here's a few miscellaneous comics and similar....
ONIONS!
Pass it on...
<3  Internet!
Another cute office whatsit
Doctor Whoooo
Nom
...ninjas...
Game of Thrones
T-rex!  (while we're on the subject - check out T-Rex Trying!)
Dalek
Aaaaand for those of you feeling in need of instruction......

I hope you enjoy, and  I'll do some proper updates soon!

Sunset in amber

This light is like honey.

     I'm lying on the 10 year old bed, the covers that I've never seen different, but each year smell of the same faint washing powder.  I remember these curtains too.  I drew them once, tried to capture their dear twee honeysuckle pattern.  Felt-tip and black marker was too harsh a representation of these twirling fragile flowers.

     Through the net curtain, the stones of the wall and the bark of the tree are gilded in the same leaf against the sapphire of the evening sky.  A wry smile darts across my lips at the thought of a falling down stack of dry stone and an old man tree made precious by turn of phrase and the setting sun.

     I take out my headphones.  Listen.

     I can hear a lazy dusk chorus getting into swing.  Nature, the cruel gentle mother, knows it’s soon time for dark.

     I've written about this enough times before.  My favourite time of day.  Everything old, everything new.  Day to night, light to dark, when the familiar forms and shapes around are made scary and wild, dynamic and thrilling.  I want to go outside, feel the warmth on my skin and the chills down my spine, that inexplicable anticipation at the day’s turn. 

     But I don’t.  I stay inside like a good girl, secure, with my senses dulled by these four walls around me.  Why?

     I don’t truly know.  It’s not for lack of a companion – this time is best alone, or with that rare good friend who knows not to talk.  I think maybe I've grown complacent.  In a world where the greatest wonders are seen on screen, I have grown content to be a passenger, just another member of a captive audience, rather than risk playing a part.

      So I gaze out the window, and wish that this amber light could keep me trapped just a little while longer.