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Every friday a new word, a new challenge: It keeps me illustrating.

13 september 2018

Monster story

Starring the monsters from this scary nonsense poem, but I made my own version :)))
She came, saw and conquered in her own sweet way...

Jabberwocky By Lewis carroll

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.




Caturday


4 september 2018

31 augustus 2018

25 augustus 2018

instrument

and then there was music!

 

23 augustus 2018

turtle

a turtle wakes up



 

22 augustus 2018

sleep


when sleep tries to catch you
and the moon wants to grab you
just lie on your horse

and rely on your dog to protect you


13 augustus 2018

10 augustus 2018

IF bumble bee

End of summer, work is done
buzzing softly in the sun
Mr Bumble and Mrs Bee
feeling happy, feeling free
nectar beer and honey tea
a perfect holiday at the sea

10 juli 2018

5 juni 2018

IF green

It's so easy being green!

 

28 mei 2018

IF giant

It's an amazing experience
to become special friends
with a gentle giant
and feel his warm breath 
in your hand 

 

2 mei 2018

IF transformation

Even a wall flower 
can transform 
into something spectaculair. 
It all depends on the light,
on getting space and air,
on finding the power 
to perform. 

23 februari 2018

IF house

A house with a big door
is like a sailor with a big boat,
is like a man with a big heart:
It can harbour many creatures,
small, tall, all.

As for me, 
I am a special case,
I have a special place:
I cling to his left toe
so he won't forget 
the sea 

















one picture is too small and the other too big, 
but maybe it's nice to see some details...


 

15 februari 2018

IF Olympics

And then you loose...

 

7 februari 2018

IF mythology

My Pegasus with Muse, free interpretation of the painting by Odilon Redon, and tribute to the artist!
(Pegasus was the winged horse born from the love of Poseidon and Medusa. 
He reached the mountain Olympus. He stamped his hoof 
and made a fountain that gives inspiration to poets and muses)



1 februari 2018

IF blue

Blue moon and blue bird found each other on a semi 'Delfts blue' plate
 

25 januari 2018

IF number 5

5 trees make no forest
but for me it's the world.

Number 1 I call The Hand,
every morning he waves hi!

Number 2 is Fork,
he is two trees in one.

Number 3 is Thin and Tall,
reaching for the sky.

Number 4 is Mister Beauty,
stout and proud,
exactly as a tree should be. 

Number 5 is Sprout,
he is a specialty, 
my windowsilly baby tree.
 

13 januari 2018

IF guitar

When nightingale dad
put his children to bed
he plays the guitar
and makes a nice choir
with his friend, little star
they sing a lullaby
about sweet applepie
and flying sky high
there is romance and dance
but owl wants Silence!

9 januari 2018

Solo palabras - Just words



Farewell-bird is crying. 
'Farewell', he sobs.
'With that word 
I always bring tears. 
To say goodbye 
and break up, 
it gives a big knot of pain 
in your tummy.'



Never more-bird 
comes floating in.
'What I have to say, 
is worse: Never more. 
I never come back,
never again.'
He swallows
and says in a harsh voice: 
'Never more 
is a terrible thing. 
It’s like a lump that sticks 
in your throat.'



'The word Regret
is far worse',
shrieks Regret-bird. 
'When you regret something,
you wish you
had acted differently, 
but you can not
alter this anymore. 
Regrets bash and clash
inside your head.'



When darkness falls 
they hear someone 
sing a sad song. 
It is the Missing-bird. 
'To miss
is the worst word. 
When you miss, 
you don’t feel your tummy, 
your throat or your head. 
You don’t feel anything. 
Just emptiness.'


'Dear friends, 
your words are just words',
says Love-bird. 
'All that sadness 
is caused by me, 
by Love.  
Without love, 
it doesn’t hurt 
when someone leaves. 
You just say 'Bye bye'.
But if you love, 
then parting is painful.
In your tummy, 
in your throat 
and your head, 
but most of all 
there is pain in your heart.' 
story: Roberto MarĂ­n























Every ending 
is a new beginning
addition by Hedwig