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Octoclaus is here to give you a present and magical orbs.

Aaaaaaaaaand, September is here. Let's make this autumn a creative one...

Another episode of narwhal fever.

The product of a collaboration with a very good friend of mine's; I did my usual squid thing and he supplied the Mr Oizo homage-themed collage bits! Check out his work here: https://flynnsego.bandcamp.com/

Happy June one and all.

I've been working on mountains lately and started in on Matterhorn. Here is my first attempt. I have a ways to go. I'm still working through it.

This rhino monster is ready for her date.

I often have weird dreams that inspire my artwork, and that one I had last night where I took over a jungle (or was it a forest? I don’t know) sure got me inspired.

The sequel to “Another Fine Soul Lost To Parenthood”.

It seems like most people I know these days are starting families, so I figured I'd respond in the way I know best...

I've been practicing drawing portraits for a few days now. This is from a session I did over lunch where I was just messing around trying a few different things.

Says it all and yet, nothing.

Art therapy is good therapy.

Channelling my inner Trekkie, as it says on the tin here...

What else is new here?

An ode to one more fresh start.

Ideas, ideas everywhere... *suddenly realises he needs to buy another sketchbook*

With thanks (again) to endless listens of Devendra Banhart and other awesome folk like himself...heheh.

Original for sale, see below. Prints and more can be found at http://www.tonyadoughty.net/prints-and-other/

Its not Halloween but here is a painting anyway.

Just another day of struggling with it. Motivation feeling quite a bit dry, even if my brain is overactive with ideas. Decided to just say "screw it" and went with this doodle.

Detail of another drawing in progress, on 14"x17" paper w/ copic multiliners 0.8, 0.5, and 0.3

Just a little something to catch her attention.

Can dress me up but can't take me anywhere

Herbie Hancock, jazz, piano, doodle

In fact, she [Mummy] said after a while, we have gone into hibernation. Nobody can get in any longer and no one can get out! I looked carefully at her and understood that we were saved. At last we were absolutely safe and protected. This menacing snow had hidden us inside in the warm for ever and we didn't have to worry a bit about what went on there outside. I was filled with enormous relief, and I shouted, I love you I LOVE YOU, and took all the cushions and threw them at her and laughed and shouted and Mummy threw them all back and in the end we were lying on the floor just laughing. Then we began our underground life. We walked around in our nighties and did nothing. Mummy didn't draw. We were bears with pine needles in our stomachs and anyone who dared come near our winter lair was torn to pieces. We were lavish with the wood, and threw log after log on to the fire until it roared. Sometimes we growled. We let the dangerous world outside look after itself, it had died, it had fallen out into space. Only Mummy and I were left. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

There is nothing quite as commanding as the roar of a lion echoing across the plains.

This is a kookaburra in the early hours of the morning.