Just a doodle from this evening. After scanning I added the flipped inverse image just because.
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So there I was, pulling New Year crackers at our office party, when out fell a tiny notebook, no bigger than my thumb*. After a little while I noticed it was full of dancing hippos. I spent the rest of the evening on the dance floor with Karen, trying to emulate the funky, cool moves of this smooth dancer. Karen laughed a lot, so I reckon I must have succeeded.
* casual hyperbole, under section IV of the Artistic Licensing Act 2008. True figure** is 60 (+/-1) x 40 (+/- 1) mm^2.
** for the notebook. The thumb is smaller.
Here’s a voluptuous creature I found in my sketchbook this weekend (possibly inspired by the Ashmolean Museum’s exhibition of Great British Drawings that we went to see again.)
Apologies for the lack of updates. I hope this cheerful and talented lady makes up for it in some small way.
Nobody, I repeat, Nobody is to make any jokes at all, however slight, relating to the hippo-cratic oath.
This drawing was inspired by a trip to Whipsnade zoo. We saw the baby pygmy hippo, small (for a hippo) pink and wet, but this hippopotamus is of the “common” kind.
My sister’s a hypnotherapist, and so I’m giving the original to her. By the time you read this I’ll know whether she likes it or not, and we should know whether this post is a posthumous ‘potamus.
EDIT: Today I looked up “hippotherapy” on Wikipedia. And there really is such a thing.
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There are times when semi-aquatic is only half the story. At the weekend we visited the Grant Museum of Zoology in London, part of University College London. The museum was used as a reference for students, and pulls no punches. They have a lot of pretty gruesome stuff in there, including a whole jarful of pickled moles, as well as the more uplifting sight of dodo bones and a near-complete quagga skeleton (brought up to totality by 3D scanning and printing reflected parts from one side to use on the other.) A combination of unsettling and fascinating. Anyway, a puffer fish in a cabinet caught my attention, and by the time I got home it had trans-hippogrified out of my sketch-book.
And a hippo swimming.
Another evening of music, this time the Jazz Jam at Oxford Jazz Kitchen. It was very crowded, so from the back I had a restricted view and had to make up quite a lot to fill the scene. It’s still fairly accurate, I reckon. Karen got up and performed the saucy “Kitchen Man” to an enthusiastically fast drum-beat, but managed to keep her cool and stay in the groove.
Great performance by Pete Oxley and Nick Meier last night at the Albion Beatnik Bookstore. I prepped my coloured pencils and riffed along with the fluid melodies and oh so tight rapport. I managed to include references to almost every title played, except for Vera Cruz (because I didn’t know what to draw).