Here’s my first ever herd of gingerbread hippopotamuses.
(Apologies for the site being down for a few days with hardware trouble. It’s solved for the moment.)
↓ Transcript
Hippos made from gingerbread with their biscuit cutter.
1 Comment
diary
101 comics.
↓ Transcript
Hippos spell out a message in semaphore
A little doggerel for you.
↓ Transcript
A girl in pink, spotted pyjamas
Said for breakfast she'd like some bananas.
But when she came near
They said that "We fear
The whole lot were scoffed by iguanas."
Said for breakfast she'd like some bananas.
But when she came near
They said that "We fear
The whole lot were scoffed by iguanas."
Sometimes the things that arrive in the sketchbook are best not explained.
↓ Transcript
woman sunflower black-eyed susan frog elephant hawk-moth caterpillar badger trumpet watering can cosmos murano glass elizabethan ruff robin crest fence
We’ve just been on holiday for a week in Northern Norway with some friends, well inside the arctic circle. We were lucky enough to see the Aurora on four nights. It really is very beautiful there. The dog sledging was horrifically expensive (actually, so was everything.)
↓ Transcript
Cheap dog sledging -- a woman is pulled in a wheeled cart, by a collection of dogs of vastly mismatched sizes. The alpha dog has stopped to relieve himself by a sign saying "No Dogs."
Gosh, it’s been a while since I’ve posted. Sorry about that.
Anyway, turns out that taking pity on the cute* likkle wood mouses and letting them use our house during the cold spell was not without consequence. After finding mouse droppings on the breakfast table even Karen was convinced that murine check-out time had now arrived. We baited the (humane!) trap with peanut butter, which the little dears love so much that even once the trap door is opened to freedom they’d still rather have just one more little nibble before they go.
Six so far, and counting.
UPDATE: We took about 14 mice away, or possibly two mice seven times each (on average.) Then Karen took two of them a lot further away and now we have no mice at all. The house is quiet and sad again — we miss them. (But not their poo.)
—
*oh! But they are SO cute!
↓ Transcript
Wood mouse sitting at a table prepares to eat bread and peanut butter, oblivious to the primed mouse-trap around the peanut butter jar.
Winter greetings to all my readers, and non-readers too. Wishing you all a happy and healthy year ahead!
↓ Transcript
Woman and polar bear dance in the snow
This wonderful cartoon of my Cartooning Workshop yesterday was made by (and republished by kind permission of) the talented Imogen Foxell (http://www.imogenfoxell.com) I’m the one in green on the left. The workshop was at the South Oxford Community Centre, and part of Oxford’s contribution to The Big Draw national drawing event. I had a lot of fun leading a set of interactive drawing games involving speed drawing and exaggeration to very enthusiastic participants. I’m pretty sure they had a lot of fun too.
We enjoyed an unsual musical act at the Old Fire Station on Friday. Thomas Truax plays songs with an understated, whimsical, often dark humour, with the occasional help of an mechanical drummer (named Mother Superior — you can see her at bottom-right in my doodle.) Also starring were the Hornicator and the Stringaling, and an impressive selection of effects pedals and looping tools. Thanks Thomas!
↓ Transcript
whimsical record of a whimsical performance.
Thanks to Oxgrow for organising a session of drawing and painting in their beautiful community garden.