Dripman and the implications of toast
DAY ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN.
19 April 2010
18 April 2010
Amazing adventures II
Dripman and the delicate meniscus of being
DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE. Keep on bobbing.
17 April 2010
Amazing adventures
Amazing adventures of... Dripman
DAY ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN. Ooh nice: 111. Today we celebrate inadequacy and wishy-washiness.
16 April 2010
By the lamp
By the lamp, drawn to the light
DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TEN. Yummy wallpaper from Lost and Taken. Lady from the insect world.
15 April 2010
13 April 2010
Pseudo sunflowers
Pseudo sunflowers in an unexplained situation
DAY ONE HUNDRED AND SIX. Or slightly thereafter.
11 April 2010
Feet with features
Meet and greet the feet
DAY ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE. In a drawing, everything can be a level playing field.
10 April 2010
Fish with hands
A punner's paradise
DAY ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR. Or is that punster's? If you know the term for those who make puns, please write and let me know.
9 April 2010
Pedestrian with book
A gripping read
DAY ONE HUNDRED AND THREE. It's just remotely possible that I draw ships slightly better than I draw cars.
Lounge with carrot
Spacious
DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWO. There's a small attempt at a theme happening here.
7 April 2010
6 April 2010
Clocked at 100
And 100 on the clock
DAY ONE HUNDRED.
100 little images
Countless hours
One eye on the clock every day
5 April 2010
4 April 2010
Think ink
The invention of ink by music hall artistes, 1893
DAY NINETY EIGHT. Well, no, it didn't happen that way, nor so late, or we'd be missing an awful lot of scholarship, recorded information and human interaction. In need of an ink recipe? May we suggest you visit D J McAdam, a real compendium of actual knowledge, not the fabricated nonsense purveyed by this blog.
3 April 2010
Unspecified persons
Three unspecified persons found living in a nook
DAY NINETY SEVEN. As ever, I'm in debt to the generous people who make textures available. Today's textures come from Free-Textures.net and High Resolution Textures.
2 April 2010
1 April 2010
A hat for
A hat for the races
DAY NINETY FIVE. Ladies, if you really have to buy predictable milinery, make it the kind that counts.
31 March 2010
Floppy cars
I don't draw cars
DAY NINETY FOUR. Beautiful cardboard box for toy chess set by unknown Chinese artist. Floppy cars by me.
30 March 2010
29 March 2010
28 March 2010
The frying pan
The pan was warming up a little
DAY NINETY ONE. Another episode in the familiar kitchen sink drama we all know and love.
27 March 2010
26 March 2010
Night pedestrians
Night pedestrians see things differently
DAY EIGHTY NINE. Black shiny streets. Lights and reflections. Your focus only on what is close by. Tyres sluicing the road. Footsteps shuffle, someone goes by with a bag of chips. The bus comes, then everyone is gone.
25 March 2010
Sunset hues
Happy with his custom made tent
DAY EIGHTY EIGHT. He favoured clothing of a custard colour, but his taste in canvas was a little more frou-frou.
24 March 2010
23 March 2010
Meet the hoists
A family with great dental work
DAY EIGHTY SIX. And surprisingly, never cranky. No doubt I'll be paying for that pun.
Viewer's vortex
Viewer's vortex. Verboten.
DAY EIGHTY FIVE. Assuming the position forbidden by his parents, he stared deep into the void(s).
22 March 2010
Park
The park is shut
DAY EIGHTY FOUR. "Another struggle against the clock." "An insignificant struggle in the general scheme of things." "Another blow for stating the bleeding obvious." Said the little birds as they dashed across the quiet park.
20 March 2010
Something in the sky
Something you don't see every day
Only on DAY EIGHTY THREE. They came from outer space, but the hangers just came out of the wardrobe.
19 March 2010
Waving
Not shining, waving
DAY EIGHTY TWO. The Man in the Moon is actually a big-faced bloke made out of scrap metal, who lives in a high altitude log cabin and suffers from seasonal affective disorder once every twenty four hours.
18 March 2010
Instructions
And no small print
DAY EIGHTY ONE. To be taken daily, while wearing stout walking shoes and adequate sunscreen. Follow with a nice lie down. Zzzzzzzzz.
17 March 2010
Streaming
Streaming in the gloaming
DAY SEVENTY NINE. Not the streaming you were looking for? Hey ho.
15 March 2010
Brick
There's only so much standing around you should do
DAY SEVENTY EIGHT. A cautionary tale sponsored by the letter "A".
14 March 2010
Window seat
Busy with a view
DAY SEVENTY SEVEN. Missing the Severn Bridge. Which has nothing to do with this picture. Sadly.
13 March 2010
On Saturdays
On Saturdays, three are sat
DAY SEVENTY SIX. Thinking about the endless possibilities of Saturdays.
12 March 2010
11 March 2010
10 March 2010
Sleeping mountains
Sleeping mountains, off duty
DAY SEVENTY THREE. Sitting around, talking into the small hours.
9 March 2010
Top box
I'll have a box of those farmers, please
DAY SEVENTY TWO. Tractor batteries not included. Ah well.
8 March 2010
The onlooker
The onlooker always turned up for elevenses
DAY SEVENTY ONE. Still in the world of insects, but only by coincidence.
7 March 2010
Things that fly
They may need some assistance
DAY SEVENTY, chaps. If I was making an atlas of Things That Fly, these might be nice: the wonderful irridescent fly found in the window track; the butterfly from a now mostly closed family scrapbook; and the small antlike creatures who wish to take to the sky in hand-propelled dirigibles.
6 March 2010
Brick figures
Wobbling in the half light
DAY SIXTY NINE. I love a bit of architectural plundering, me.
5 March 2010
Kettle and duck
Every day they moved round the garden together
DAY SIXTY EIGHT. A mutual admiration; not the name of a pub.
4 March 2010
Angularity
Aerial angularity
DAY SIXTY SEVEN. Three men with a vision of a new kind of acrobatic entertainment. Something for the workers in the ice-locked industrial parks of the north. Something involving clenched teeth and trenchcoats.
3 March 2010
Unknowable expressions
What's moving across that little face?
DAY SIXTY SIX. She's in the world, but not of the world. Her face is made up of four disparate images. She's not real at all, but her expression is. How did that happen? Can I make it happen again?
2 March 2010
Brown paper
They were always found loitering on the block known as Brown Paper
DAY SIXTY FIVE. It looks cold down that street.
1 March 2010
Underground life
The seldom seen, underground life of daffodils
DAY SIXTY FOUR. Happy Saint David's Day.
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