ACEO painting for today.
Harvey the Aardvark and Digger the dog have got their Halloween costumes ready for tonight. Digger fancies that Harvey got a better costume than he did!
A horse decorated in the style of North American Indian tribes.
Lovely bit of art process – a watercolour painting sped up – beautiful image http://ow.ly/qiEZw
I have been wrestling with this image for some time. At times my art direction fails me, like when I choose a design that really is too small for an ACEO, still I did my best and now it is time to relax and have a beer.
Since a run on Harvey The Aardvark and other characters my work has turned more towards stylised but slightly more naturalistic paintings. Flitting between birds and horses here is my second raven, Safe Raven. As for Harvey, he is hibernating in my studio, he will be back soon :)
Lovely shiny metallic insect on my washing a type of chafer http://ow.ly/i/3tkU0 such a cool green!
Elephants show that they actually understand what humans are doing when they point & use their also trunks to do so! http://ow.ly/pYLHf
Evidence seems to suggest that elephants do not like small animals running frantically around their feet particularly as they cannot see them properly. Naturally in the wild quick moving small animals like snakes are a danger and so elephants would try to get away from them as quickly as they could. This may be the reason that elephants appear to be afraid of mice.
An ancient fable tells the story of a duel between an elephant and a mouse for the position of king among the animals. The elephant sat and laughed at the mouse until the mouse climbed into his ear (or in another story his trunk) and nipped him hard and drove him mad until the elephant ultimately admitted defeat.
I like my elephant and mouse to be friends, so here they are.
This print is available on ebay at the moment: Elephant & Mouse print….
The cat has been spooked, but there is something spooky about his shadow!
Remember these guys…..? Black Beauty himself and the cast from the TV Series from the 1970’s.
As a child I would draw horses all the time.
I was completely mad about them.
I knew all sorts of facts about horses, their kit, how to keep them, their breeds and colours. But there was no chance of owning one myself or of even being taught to ride. Instead I read a lot of horse books from the library and drew them prolifically.
Champion the Wonder Horse, White Horses, Follyfoot and Black Beauty were among my favourite TV programmes. I bought the Black Beauty LP and used to play it on our old single deck before I went to school. I even made up words to the theme tune, I was too embarrassed to sing them in front of my friend so I did so from behind the toilet cubicle door at school. Strange days.
Today I started a new set of ACEOs with a Horse theme, here are the first two.
Dapples & Tassels, and Feathers & Forelocks.
A few more weeks and it will be the end of British Summertime and as for every October the clocks go back an hour. The nights draw in sooner, curtains are drawn and fires lit. A few days later it is Halloween.
For us Brits it is a struggle to celebrate Halloween. Under some duress parents attend small children knocking on doors for sweets and treats, and pensioners worry about strangers coming to their door and put up signs to ward them away. No one really knows who is up for the festival and who is not.
The Americans however as we know just love Halloween. Everyone gets in the spirit (apologies for the pun) and parties. It is a shame that the tradition did not capture our imaginations here in the UK and instead we are bothered by the commercial aspect which has now given us that cynical edge.
The end of October had been known as the Celtic New Year and the belief that there is a short period of time where the “door” to the “other” world is open. I like this idea, the imagination can run wild and all the dressing up makes perfect sense.
So in readiness for the celebration of this tradition ACEO cards are painted in preparation for the celebratory collector and particularly for those in the USA who just love to party!
So I was sitting on the sofa for the latter part of the evening . The TV was on, then suddenly I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye, against the dark colour of the sofa something was moving, creeping. I had already got rid of a live mouse in the morning, it had surely not enjoyed the trauma of being in a house with cats so much that it had returned?
This thing had just come out from the corner of the sofa, from behind me, in the gap between me and the sofa. This moving thing came into focus. It was a BIG version of the BIG house spiders.
It’s pace was steady, thankfully away from me. It was definitely unperturbed by my presence. I can deal with these spiders usually in a quiet manner, usually with a glass and a piece of card but NOT when they have seemingly been ON me. Eurgh, it had probably been hanging inside my fleece before I put it on, Ewww, or crawled on me, then off me onto the sofa. Why is it that I have to emit a small squeaky shrieking noise or strange sounds of disgust at this point? Is this evolutionary, or learned? Is it a girl thing? It really is reactionary and kind of ridiculous. That spider gave me the heebie jeebies because it had probably crawled on me. He finally left by being ejected from a glass over the hedge in the dark. No doubt he has found his way back by now….or perhaps he is on some other unsuspecting person’s sofa…..
You know that if a cat appears to be meditating by staring into the corner of a room that something must be in that corner. Tucked behind a bookshelf back to the wall was Mousie, looking quite wholesome and undamaged. I think Simba Fangcat brought it in for a game or perhaps we have mice in the walls (as opposed to Wolves in the Walls -a favourite children’s picture book of mine, especially the illustrations).
It took me an hour to sort out the situation with everyone surviving intact. I mean catching the mouse took a relatively short period of time. Guide Mousie towards container and pop container over. The rest of the time was spent finding a suitable container, moving items off the top of the bookshelf, clearing the area, putting the cat out and blocking the catflap with a bin, finding something to encourage the mouse out of the corner and a light to track progress behind the bookshelf, and finding a glove in case I needed to grab it on the way. I also had to find a piece of card that would fit over the container which was two floors up in the attic studio. At one point in trying to encourage Mousie out he was straddling wall and bookshelf in the gap like a furry mountain climber in a ravine.
After dispatching Mousie to the far end of the garden I had to get the cat who had now come outside back in again or else I might to repeat the procedure over again. I still had all the stuff to put back and away….whilst Simba got back into his basket to continue his nap as if nothing has happened.