mummy

'Draw a Dragon Mummy'. So called because that was my daughter's reply when I asked her what I should draw one day. My daughter is obsessed with dragons. Drawn a year ago in March. www.lorriewhittington.co.uk

Mummy

The Field Museum in Chicago always welcomes sketchers even in the darkness of the Mummy Exhibit!

Another HB graphite exploration...

One day of "Drawtober" left. Anyway, my character Batsy the Bat tries on a mummy costume. It didn't work out.

Ink, charcoal and carbon pencil on paper

Illustrated with Ink and/or Ink-Pens on Paper. Urh.-Nr:1811955 Copyright  by Carolina Matthes

Lindsey's prompt: The Mummy

It always amazes me that, for such an icon of cinema, Boris Karloff’s Mummy only ever appears on screen, in his bandages, for just a few seconds; but maybe that’s part of the whole enigma and its longevity, and why perhaps the idea of imagining him in something new felt so appealing.

I turned the key and waited. After a while the door opened of its own accord, very slowly as if someone inside the wardrobe was forcing it. And then the black tulle skirt poured forth and the door stood still. I did the same thing several times. Each time Mummy's tulle skirt opened out as it is was alive. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

"A dark man went on shovelling outside the door and all of a sudden I started to cry and I screamed: I'll bite him! I'll go outside and bite him! I shouldn't do that, Mummy said. He wouldn't under-stand. She screwed the top on to the bottle of Indian ink and said: what about going home? Yes, I said. So we went home." - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

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

A new cover for The Mummy, created with a royalty-free image which has been somewhat altered. In The Mummy a hard-headed businessman buys a mummy that comes to life and turns his world upside down.