Buzz Buzz, Baa Baa . . . Book Book?

There's a dead bee in our kitchen light. Poor thing flew in here and sort of ghosted about the flat till he climbed into the light casing and got stuck there. Sad -_-

. . . Er, yes. Less waffle, more art.

Did this quickly today, having found myself with a few hours in which I had the option of Doing Art Not Neccessarily Related To My Thesis. I've been watching Black Books a tadge obsessively over the past week or so, and this came of it;



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This is, of course, based on that bit in the episode entitled "Grapes of Wrath," in which Manny discovers the shiatsu machine. I was rewatching it and simply had to draw it.

Aaaand i had time to do this because, as of today, I am finished with all of the spots/sketches for my children's book! Huzzah! Just need to deftly insert the final additions into the dummy book and I am ready to send this puppy off to the publisher. In the meantime, here's a few of those last little sketches.

Behold . . . WEIRD AND WONDERFUL SHEEP! (I'm Scottish. If this comes as a surprise, then you are a sad sack of poo)




And a bit of info about each one;

RAMBOUILLET: In 1786, King Louis XVI received a flock of Merino sheep from the King of Spain and developed the new breed exclusively on his own Rambouillet estate, with many years passing before a single animal left it.

RACKA: This Hungarian breed's straight, spiral-shaped horns are unique among sheep and can grow to a length of up of to two feet.

LONK: The name of this sheep is a variation on the word "Lanky." It is a very durable breed, but thrives in only two counties in Northern England.

HEBRIDEAN: When the Vikings arrived in Scotland, they brought their sheep with them, and this breed came about. They have two to four horns, though the odd three-horned specimen is not unheard of.

ALTAI ARGALI: Hailing from the mountainous regions of central Asia, this breed has the largest and heaviest horns of any kind of sheep.

MANX LOAGHTAN: Indigenous to the Isle of Man, this sheep can have up to six horns. The word "Loaghtan" means "mouse-brown," and this breed was developed both for its wool of that colour, and for its meat (it is considered a delicacy and is raised for meat on only two farms).



. . . And yes, all of these sheep are actually real. Wiki them if you think I'm telling porky pies.

Lastly, just for fun, a picture from Hallowe'en!



Featuring flatmates Sara Joy and Kelly and Kelly's sister Aileen. Sara Rase is the Lydia in the middle. I'm the one in the stripes :P I bloody love Hallowe'en, so I do.

Funnily enough, the Salad God is the one making the sacrifices

Well! Indeed.

As of yesterday, I am the week-end Salad God at the school cafeteria. It's nothing fabulous, but it'll put a few quid in my pocket and hopefully deter me from continually sponging off of my poor parents. So yer, if you're a Ringlinger popping in for brekkie or supper on Saturday/Sunday and you see a short, doofy kid attempting to discreetly do yoga behind the hotplate, do say hello ^_^

At any rate, the point of this post is to say that now, due to the fact that I now have a seventeen hour work week-end, I really have had precious little time for art (there were more sketches for the children's book scratched out between my shifts and before sleep, but even those I have not had time to scan in O_O;) I shall need to be working round that . . . As it happens, I'm the computer labs right now, printing out my portfolio before my 4.00 PM shift. I'm still in my uniform, even O_O Crikey O'Reilly, this think makes me look like a fourteen-year-old cul de sac kid who is trying to bring bin liners into fashion O_O

ANYHOO. ART.

Since Photbucket decided to be a cunningly oversensitive pansy and delete my other Tata Gala picture, I'll post this one purely out of spite :D


A watercolour I splashed out in hopes of selling prints of it at the new school store (they did not want it)


I'm posting old art because of the whole portfolio-putting-togethery thing. Sorry to you lot who are seeing this twice;

Inspired by one of my very favourite films, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind


Last year, I was walking with Sara on the beach and we happened upon an injured seagull. He wasn't bleeding and nothing looked broken, but for some reason, he could not seem to lift himsel fup off of the sand, and simply thrashed about with his wings when we got too close. A few months later, we were at the beach again, and happened upon another seagull, this time very plainly hurt with a badly bleeding wing. When we came near, he sort of shuffled away from us as best we could. Strangely enough, he was heading for the water. We decided that if he was stil there by the time we were done with our walk, we would pick up and take him away. However, when we did return, we found him bobbing about in the shallows, dead. It was almost as if he did it on purpose, like he somehow knew what we were planning and did not want to be saved. . . . Which sounds utterly ridiculous, I know, but it still sort of haunted me.


And now, a happier seagull picture!

This was for the editorial assignment;


I based it off of this story;



Doot doot doot, that will be all for now. I'll post something a bit fresher soon. Toodle pip.