Safe and Sound

Ellie and Nellie

Douglas' 'lampshade'.

Poor Douglas had a operation today to remove his doggy peas. I was all for not making him wear the 'don't lick that' guard, giving him the chance to prove me right - that he didn't need it cause he's a good boy. However "Lick, lick lick"!
I was forced to put this on him. He sulked and moaned.
Poor Douglas and his 'lampshade'.

Seated woman and Dog

'Let's Play'

Doug the Dog loves to play... but teddy doesn't like those kinda games no more...

Paul's cat Missy

Cuddles

Hanging Stars

The Dancer

Susan loves friday nights.

Smiles

Gail and Tracey enjoyed just enjoying the breeze.

The Boxians.

There is a place thats grey, a place that you might know; A place with clouds that hang on high and never seem to go;
And at this place you see there are people living there, they live in purple boxes, lined up and nicely square.
The Folks whom do inhabit this small cubic town, all stay within their boxes quite safe and indeed quite sound.
Four walls without windows are home to only one door, each home is fairly similar to the one seen just before.

These Folks are truely odd, the most unusual creatures, they're not like you and I on account of their peculiar features.

Their heads are strangly square, and its easy to wonder how, they'd ever learnt to raise those heavy uno-brows;
Their eyes are deep set holes, sat on two red round cheeks,
and small bodies and short arms, complete these odd looking geeks.The Boxian's we will call them, just for the names sake, are people mostly timid and often rather straight-laced;
Each NEVER will converse as they secure trusty padlocks on, and fear of the outside and of all other Boxian.Its easy to think that as time will surely pass, these Boxian's will change, their feactures will shrink-fast.

They'd have no need for eyes, so 'poof' off they'd go; Well what could they see through a thick brick window.
And 'poof' should go their mouths', without a need for talk, like an avary of Birds not sounding their natural squark.
It is saddening to see, this societies blameful shame, If Boxians could but realise that they're all exactly the same;
Each with a great square head, each are prefectly similar thinkers.
Each with two round red cheeks, and those generically familar binkers.

If they'd just agree to work together, some communication is a must, they'd develope some good friendships and eventually some trust;
Every Boxian would be happy, and would be making friends galore, and every home a welcome mat placed neatly at the door.

Pickle the picker IF - Memories.

I was thinking hard about what to post for this weeks IF topic, and while looking through some of my old sketch books I came across this grim character. I made him some 4 years ago while I was studing at Lincoln Uni in Hull. At that time I was fasinated with Goblins, I could not stop drawing and painting them. Some were cute, and others were like Pickle here, gross!
Like most of my other pictures I had to give him a story, bring him to life. It is written around him as you can see. It goes like this;

Goblins are a retchid lot but none as bad as this, his name is Pickle 'cause he picks his nose and worse lets not dismiss. He picks a ripe boggie and rolls it around ready for the flicking, but instead of shooting that boggie high he treats his tongue to a licking.
Its discusting I know, to say the least, but that's what Goblins do! Pickles the best picker of the rest, he'll hide, then pick, then chew.
So if you ever get caught picking your nose then this is what you can say, "I'm not the best picker Mum thats for sure, it's Pickles, not me, no way".

For me, Pickle reminds me of alot of good times, of good friends that I wish I could see more of. Back then, when Goblins were real to me, when magic was the pencil in my hand and clean paper infront. I can honestly say were very good days... Those days are gone and life moves on, and with it I must also move. Yet the great thing about memories are that they can take you back, in a flash, back to whom ever and where ever you desire.

hummm, I think I will start painting Goblins again.....

Desimated follower of fashion

Food Heaven

"Don't wake up Claire, Don't you DARE wake up!!"

The 'Skinny' Dipper

Barbara had always promised herself that when she reached the big 40, she would take more chances in life, take more risks, live dangerously. Barbara was now 42 and wondered why she didn't think like this earlier. She felt so alive nowadays and loved buff-bathing. Those fish were just what she needed.

Debra and her Dog

Being a posh lady, It seemed odd having Monty on her knee. Monty loved every minute of It, nothing pleased him more than to have some human interaction.

Denise loves Dokadots

Denise tried to be enthusiastic for her Husband's Golfing expedition.
It helped that the marker flags were of some interest.

Won't you just?... Arrrgggghhh!!!!

Bad hair day 2

Beth and her hair never got on, they always fought over the silliest things. Beth hated her hair.

Hair.

Sarah hated her curly hair, she often thought about cutting it all off, but then it would only grow back again.

please leave me be!?

Janet's constant dribble made Sarah's arms ache. She hated pretending she cared, but it was just so much easier.

"What if she was to look at you? Would she smile?"

memories

Fat girl loves going out with her friends. She felt sad when they were gone.

Mr. Frosty

As Some of you might know, when I'm not drawing and painting I work at a hospital.
About this time last year it snowed and I had some time to use up on my dinner break so I desided to make Mr. Frost here. He took about 1 hour to make and my hands were frozen . All the patients and staff loved him.
It was sad to see him melt, but I hope that it snows this year so I can make him again, and maybe make him a friend so he doesn't have to melt alone.

In Picture: Iris and Pam

Doggy Dreams

"Every nap the same old nightmare...
Milly was thankful when she was awake,
but every dogs gotta sleep sometime."

I have always wondered what dogs dream about when they lay on their bed, restlessly wimpering. Maybe they're chasing cats or maybe the cats are chasing them?

Untitled

It had suddenly become clear to Melissa that life with a new born wasn't what she'd imagined it would be.

Guide dog

Ghost.

Bernard was a doorman at Madam Badluck's manson in a place called '' l'endroit de la mauvaise chance ''. He would often answer the big stately oak doors, hoping someone would come by and visit le Madam. But they never did as Madam Badluck was a spiteful and malevolent old woman and had no friends nor family.

As time past, Bernard got tired of answering the door to no one so Bernard just stood in one place. In the Hall of the manson bernard stood and waited to become useful, for someone to knock at the door, yet the large doors inevitably remained silent.

Years past and Bernard the doorman had finally had enough and was going to leave through the doors he had so patiently waited on, but it was to late! Bernard had been stood for to long. He could not move and was now part of the hall way at Madam Badluck's manson like a Grandfather clock, like a persian rug, like a Ghost in the wall.

sedation

Medical Staff soon realised that only two things known to man could sedate fat girl. Pure consentrated cocoa and a good dose of reality TV.

Anandamide

Fat girl loved her chocolate. She would name each piece and often go to much trouble to imagine her little brown friend's living secret lives.
Fat girl liked Tina the Ballerina the most as fat girl had plans to become a Ballerina, right after her stay at Kirk Spire Mental Hospital.

Brian had his hand in Everything

Comfort of a Stranger

Hello!

Katerina and John didn't know each other and neither knew who should stop smiling first. So they just continued to smile.

Paul on Holiday

Paul liked to smoke on Holiday. He would smoke while eating ice cream, he'd smoke while taking a shower, in fact he sometimes smoked while smoking, having completely forgotten he had nine cigarettes lit already.

Made for each other.

Irony

Penelope the Pigeon desperately wanted to be as glamorous
as the elegant Stork and wished for long legs...
but was saddened by the misinterpretation.

... ha ha what a Freak!

If you don't love me 'buy' now!

Mobiles

What you Lookin' at?!

Hoody vs Chav in the most innate battle of territory and supremacy... Stupid Idiots!