I like this theme, it is a great suggestion. The nights right now are perfect. Like poetry or a well-stuffed boston cream donut. Yes, our nights are like donuts all sort of chewy and sweet. Some nights are covered in coconut other nights are just plain with a hint of glaze...and...what's that I taste? Is that nutmeg? Does my night contain nutmeg? Yes it does.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
I've read a lot about Go Animate! some of it good, some of it bad. I was just curious to see what it was all about so I made a silly little video. It amused me but I can see where someone would get frustrated with it after a while. Here is my masterpiece...hehehe:
I might make more or try to find something else where I can add my own backgrounds and stuff but there isn't a lot of choice there but it's still kind of fun to give it a try.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Well knock me out of my chair, the hubster is participating in Illustration Friday. He doesn't feel particularly artistic BUT he can draw a mean sheep. He can also apparently do an excellent drawing of someone going out to sea. His tree is my favourite part of this drawing. It is a fantastical tree. A tree one should be proud of.
This is my contribution. It doesn't have the same drama that the husbter's drawing possesses but it's fun to look at anyway. I do love how his character is waving farewell to his friends whilst being dragged to who-knows-where.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Shiny pretty colours...shiny pretty colours...happy pretty shiny colours. That's pretty much my thought process when I make these, I swear. It's almost like meditation with acrylic paints. It's just so relaxing for me. The only problem is that I need to do so much relaxing that I'm now running out of space for the critters I have laying around. We are reaching maximum critter capacity!!!
And yet I keep cranking them out. These ones are going to be critter totems.
We have recently had people come into the apartment to do work on our place-complete strangers who come up the stairs looking as though they're tripping balls. The one guy's eyes were the size of ping pong balls and he didn't seem to know which direction to look in. I was worried he was having some sort of acid flashback on my stairwell.