So it’s still in the works, but I’m drawing away when I can to get Elizabeth J. M. Walker’s book of tales, “The Boy Who Owned The Forest,” finished.
Here is a preview of one of my favourite stories “The Winter Of The River.” There is still much to do, but I’ll get there.
I’ve been working away at drawing for a collection of Elizabeth J.M. Walker’s fairy tales. I have made two zines previously with her, “The Boy Who Owned the Forest” and “The Maze”, but she went and found a real book publisher, Handersen Publishing, and they’re going to make a real fancy book.
It will be out this year, not sure when, but I’m trying my best to finish off the pictures. The main problem being is that I start new ones before I finish the ones I’m working on. There’s so much I want to draw.
These are pictures for the story “The Tree”.
I’ll probably be giving these away in the end, as they’ll only end up on the wall around the neighbourhood. But you’ll have to come along to get one.
Plus tonight is a little preview of “1000”, which will be is in the planning. I’m at number 930 as of today. Another 70 days to go.
Big things a re planned, so it’s bound to fail.
Orchard Gallery – tonight 10th June – 5 to 6:30
56a Raglan Street – Waterloo – NSW Australia
Nothings for sale.
My friends want to go for a walk.
I’ll be there today with A4 prints of my protesting friends. Also cards, zines and other crap.
Today at 74 – 76 Pyrmont Bridge Road, Camperdown, NSW.
11am to 4pm.
So there is a new Art Market opening up. I’ll be there for the first week, but not sure if I’ll do any more. Having market stalls are pretty upsetting. Especially as it seems to be an invitation for people to give advice.
This Sunday at 74 – 76 Pyrmont Bridge Road, Camperdown, NSW.
11am to 4pm.
Come and visit as I want to get rid of a lot of stuff. I might also bring my Christmas decorations.
Plus I’ll be tired and grumpy, like that’s any different.
It looks like I’ll be doing a market stall next month against my better judgment. More information to come. Time to offload more of my old junk upon the unsuspecting world.