illustration friday: heights

The statues in the pond
are looking up in wonder. 
What's happening in the heights 
above their quiet garden? 
They dont know it's us! 
Testing an artwork called 
The Sky is The Limit.

illustration friday: puzzled

illustration friday: vocal

Don't be puzzled, I'm just late with my vocals. Sorry. This is the story of my father as a little boy and the destructive influence of a teacher on his vocal carreer. One day when he was singing out loud, she barked at him: You are growling, my friend! From that moment on he stopped singing, till... he married my mother. Every morning he wakened her with a cuppa tea and a song, false as an old pyjama. Those are the words: Tea is coming, tea is coming, tea is there! 

illustration friday: return

After a period of distraction, family business, big cities, and lots of inspiration I return to my sketchbook. Yes!