Working Hard, version two

Homeland

Brisbane, 1945

Arriving and Working Hard

Illustration Friday: Ghost

Not all ghosts are spooky.

Leaving

Another picture for the grandparents' book.

Illustration Friday: Smitten

Self-portrait

Illustration Friday: Trouble

This is kind of a sequel to my other picture with the planet in it. I'll come up with some new ideas one of these days.

a book I'm making

I'll let you in on something. I'm making a book about my grandparents for Christmas. If you know them, or if they're your grandparents too, don't tell them. It's supposed to be a surprise. Most of my pictures from here on in will be ideas and pages for the book. Here are some of them.

As best you can

I've been thinking about this picture for a while, since I watched some documentaries about Earth, then my father-in-law told me he was officially handing me and my generation the duty of worrying about the world, as he'd done his bit, so I thought I'd better at least document the idea.

Illustration Friday: Quiet

A tribute and a tree

I'll miss you, Floydie.

IF Change

This week's entry in illustrationfriday's theme of change. I initially had an old fellow looking disappointedly in the mirror but settled on change at a younger age.

IF Farm

I like the sky but again I'm not sure about the grass. It's supposed to be a picture of the drought and somehow the young fellow is standing is lush(ish) grass. I'm attempting to put this picture on the website illustrationfriday.com for the theme of "Farm".

Girl with a wheelbarrow

This is probably my favourite picture I've done, not for what it looks like but for what I learnt while doing it. It was heavily influenced by Bruce Whatley's illustrations in a beautiful book I just bought called "The Smallest Bilby and the Midnight Star".

Have you ever tried to remember the angles of a wheelbarrow without looking at one? It's been swirling in my head for days but I finally spotted one leaning against my neighbour's fence. I'm thinking of painting this one too but I need to put something interesting in the wheelbarrow. For some reason I can only imagine a dead body.

a boy and his bike

Stay tuned - I think I'm going to paint this little fellow.

A room without books...

The Drought

On the run

Which way does the wind blow?

I like the water, the sky's okay but I need to work on the grass. The lines of grass should be blowing in the same direction as the girl's hair. And the colour...

I'm Back!

After weeks of changing nappies and being spewed upon, I'm ready to paint and scan then paint and scan again. These were done a while ago. The bit I'm most proud of is the orange sky behind the girl.

Preparing the nursery

Some pictures for the impending child.

This sort of matches a story I'm writing at the moment, about a nasty principal.

a picture and a poem

I hope you can read this. If not, fill the gaps.

Love on the street

VICTORY!

A taste of monochrome

I had this picture in my head, so I put it on the page. I don't really know where it came from.

A different kind of art?

I know it's a photo - not a drawing - but I love the look of this. It's a toy left out in the rain.

A picture for my dog. I tried to give the picture a nice golden feel.

Some bedtime drawing last night.

Some pictures I drew while eating a sandwich and drinking coffee today.

I did this picture last week after playing my mandolin all day. It's a little too much in the style of Stephen Michael King, one of my heroes, though I still like it. The colours worked out well, I think.