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Needed a mini-breather after a busy spell! Good to be back at it. :)

Found a tidbit in the novel Grendel by John Gardner that got my creative juices stirring... :-)

Acrylic on denim

Acrylic paint, paint pens

Named for my feisty red-headed grandson. Like Mr. Heat Miser from the classic Rudolph movie.

“Hikyaku - literally "fleet feet" or "flying feet." These running messengers played a critical role in delivering items and messages, given that in Japan's mountainous terrain, other modes of transportation, like horses or carriages, weren't very practical.”

Enlightenment works in mysterious ways.

The title for this one was inspired by a remark the DJ Marc Riley made on his BBC 6 Music show earlier in the week. Couldn’t resist getting inspired! As we self-isolate and/or minimise going out unless we feel the absolute need to, as Freddie of the Mercury once sang, “radio, someone still loves you ❤️”

Tonight’s tangent lead to this.

May any aliens watching us worthy folks take us somewhere not so disease-riddled.

...versus what? Who knows.

Created in photoshop and using a Wacom tablet.

Wednesday wind-down time! Took a wander to my local coffee shop and came back with this. A job well done I’d say :)

It gets weird in Bleu's world most times, and for that I regret absolutely nothing.

Visual jamming, nothing new here! Also, hello February.

Last night's Wednesday wind-down.

My process in a nutshell, more or less!

Hello 2020! The madness resumes.

Because two heads are better or worse than none.

Friday night’s alright for creating...

If you see what I did here with the title then sharp eyes, you have...

This is a new character I'm working on for an illustration class. Doing it with a black background makes me think about it a little different.

Me and a few close friends in a cryptic nutshell.

One for the mindless...

Another song for dreams.

A little o' this, a little o' that. All on 8.5X11 heavy white card stock. Some colored pencil. Using photoshop only to render contrast, no other manipulation.

I cut up one lyric, and then another...and then, booyah!

I overheard the term ‘feeding the muse’ after what felt like an age and two halves at some point this week, so I figured I’d utilise it as a source of inspiration (and corrupt it in the name of art) somehow...