Ever wonder where the letters that just disappear go? well heres the solution the all knowing postman, he eats your letters and then knows all the information, i enjoyed painting the boxes.
I went for a walk the other day down the canal, and when I got home there was a bug in my pocket, which go me thinking what other stowaways were in there and what where they running from. The squirrel is offering the girl an acorn for safe passage.
This word i found quite difficult as i didn't want to do the obvious, so i took a cute young girl and made her rumbustious by adding an indian theme with small touches. She is being such a pain climbing the trees that the birds are evacuating,
Im beginning to see a recurring thing in my work, its that even though these portraits are individual pieces i always see a story and a whole narrative to go with them and a back story, its as if i get to know them , i have always done this in all my work but i think doing a blog has really made me realise that i get to know my characters, i think this is what makes me love illustration.
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