I have in mind a new creative project, or ‘Arty-Fart’ as it is known in my house, but I thought I’d do a quick doodle (VERY quick) on the same subject first. As I was getting absorbed into this I began to channel my inner pre-teen equestrian fanatic. I have never been a horsey person, I had a couple of lessons about a million years ago – they are a dim and distant memory now – but as I drew this doodle I felt more and more convinced that the world would be a much better place if my best friend had four legs and a mane I could plait bows into.
By the time I had finished my best friends name was Lord Chummingly Mountjoy (the third) and on school days he roamed a verdant pasture but at weekends we strode out into the world to solve crime, right wrongs and generally be regal as we high-stepped past the commoners. (He grudgingly tolerated the pink mane ribbons and secretly thought they made him look more handsome).
These thoughts worried me a bit because I am a Stoic (goddamnit!), a cynic (goddamnit!) and a sceptic (goddamnit!) so I decided to give the doodle a title more fitting to my usual quirks.
This doodle is (now) entitled: Rude to talk with your mouth full? My mouth isn’t full.
This next arty-fart is slightly weirder (is that possible?!) and it is one of those images that popped into my head and demanded to be drawn. I have started calling it Mountain Pose in my mind, but I worry about what it’s true title really is.
It is the tale of two sisters on a mountain. Two sisters that you do NOT want to get on the wrong side of (especially the older one, reading a book, swinging her legs off the edge). I also worry what will befall the world as the younger sister loses hold of her balloon.