Doodle.

It's drawn with indian ink in a Rotring pen but I washed it with ordinary Parker Quink, not intentionally but because it was close by on the desk. Turns out to be a lovely colour.

Another Handsome Man

Of course he looks rough. On his way to the goldmines he crossed the western hills where his pony (Prancing Bill) fell over a cliff, his dog ran away, now he's crawling on his knees eating dust. How would you look?

(Inspired by 'The Song of a Hundred Toads', on the Handsome Family's Singing Bones album.)

Thought Bubbles.

The Thought Bubble Sequential Arts Festival, to give it the name it goes by at its Gran's, is on in Leeds from the 11th to the 18th November. As part of it, the 3rd Northern Sequential Art Competition is running, and the entries are live online now on THIS LINK HERE. Have a browse.

There's some very fine work in there, and although I've not had a close look at everything and it's probably unfair to pick out individuals, a couple really caught my eye - Sarah Fogg's 'The Tale of the Selkie' and 'Boundary' by Corban Wilkin. I think these are lovely.

 

Mine's called 'I Held Stuff' and it is a true story. My Dad has not seen it yet. It's this one.

I have to say, it's a terrible likeness of my Dad.

UPDATE: my mum has shown it to my dad. He seems quietly pleased with it.

Handsome

Following on from Gail With the Golden Hair, here's the Nameless Ohio Farmer who discovered a bottomless pit behind his barn, into which went tractors, dead cows and eventually, in a quest to get to the bottom of the bottomless, himself.

 

Another nameless character, but up Falling Rock Hill, where the leaves swoop like bats, he shot his brother William five times in the back.

Aristocat.

Self-explanatory.

On the Road to Stardom

This is the outcome of playing the Film Star Game to pass the time on long journeys; place names on road signs, turned into movie stars.

Rock Rennington, Thornton Crowhill, Stenton Garvald, Acton Trussell, Abbots Bromley.

Squarescapes

Some new squarescapes that came out of this summer; either lovely or grey and pissing it down.

Barley, oil on canvas, 20cm x 20cm.

North Sea, oil on canvas, 20cm x 20cm.

Evening Beeches, oil on canvas, 20cm x 20cm.

Whiteadder in Flood, oil on canvas, 20cm x 20cm.

In order, sunlight on fields in the Tweed Valley.
The North Sea on a grey, wet day torn with bright patches.
A clump of beeches just up the road from where we live, a very sculptural and elegant shape.
The Whiteadder in one of its many spates this summer, as seen from high up on the bridge by the Ahlstrom plant at Chirnside.