More fiddling

So, aside from being sick and looking for jobs, this is taking me longer than I'd like. Is it better without the huge light focus from the streetlight in front?
Changed the direction of the moonlight too.  Added stars, but I'll have to make that more obvious too I think.
Also, now the grocer has come to his senses and taken the vegetable inside, so now it just looks really empty there.  So yeah, comments please!

Town at Night WIP

This is what I'm working on at the moment since I'm apparently bizarre and think that lighting is kind of fun. Maybe I'll do a daytime still of my bus too? Hmmm.
Anyway, obviously it's still in progress, so suggestions are welcome!


Also, who wouldn't like to live in a town where the grocer leaves his vegetables out at night? So trusting.

Don't do this at work

It's not professional.

oh right

Rath: " A sort of green pig "

Reference is mixed up with the rest in this one.

More Jabberwock stuff

Tove: "A combination of a badger, a lizard, and a corkscew."
Apparantly they live under sundials and only eat cheese.

Reference:
Attempts at a Tove:

For Colleen

Borogove: "A thin shabby-looking bird with its feathers sticking out all round, 'something like a live mop'."


So far, these are what I've come up with. I read somewhere that they were also supposed to be parrot-like. Who knows.

Jabberwocky

'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.

-Lewis Carroll

I've been wanting to illustrate this poem for a long time (as apparently I have a mild obsession with it) so I've been scribbling some things in my sketchbook and will post what I deem worthy - eventually. Why do I like it so much? Probably has something to do with the all the portmanteau and nonce words ;).

Summer Practice

Some scribblings for the Design Group that Colin started...yeah, I need the practice, that's for sure.

Playin' Around

Some random stuff I've found. I did these awhile ago: the monsters are pen and pencil crayon, the cows were pen, with digital colour and the girl is just your regular collage-type thing. Aaaaanyway.