They'd get in your Fridge at 3 A.M. Sharp. They'd take the lids off of your Brickle-of-Bart. Anything, everything, that had a cover, would get robbed at night by a lid singing brother.
First I should tell you where worries come from.
They come from the back of a Hornswagglers thumb.
These Hornswagglers live very deep,
down beneath Gritchuk Falls,
a town far below the earths core in its halls.
The falls that are flowing there a
This is my first image I'm going to post on here. It is nothing like most of the other art on here, but I hope that's fine. I was on vacation and just decided to do something with a black background.
InkTober day 8 "Crooked" Meh! I'm not really happy with the way this one came out; c'est la vie! It's the back of a dogs head. #blackcatink #illustration #noir #inktober2017 #piperdraconi
Painting and drawing with my grandchildren today showing them how to allow a painting to emerge from a watercolour and plastic wrap background. This visiting Angel emerged.
Painting and drawing with my grandchildren today showing them how to allow a painting to emerge from a watercolour and plastic wrap background. This visiting Angel emerged.
I suppose it no longer matters that the UK stuck to sterling. Dreadful politics there. I had a month to find out that I do not want to go back given the antipathy to the EU, not to mention the endless tory arrogance and stupidity and to the chaos that is
DAY ONE
I had a fucking busy day, and I could only draw at 23:00!
What phrase could I do with the word SWIFT?
I used a little bit of Google Translator, by the way.
And I posted in the Instagram still in the first day, at 23:57.
