Well with spring definitely here I decided to inflict another sketch challenge on myself , the theme this time, nursery rhymes! Now hear me out it’s a lot cooler than it sounds! I happen to own a copy of The[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Well today’s poem was two lines about a gunner and is showing me how much of an uphill slog I’m looking at. When I looked at the two lines I had to ask first doesn’t that second line kind of[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Maybe i’m finally getting into my grove on this thing, or maybe it’s just a fiddler performing to fish is an easier image to visualize than a gunner or an old lady silently crying. For some reason while I was[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Today’s poem, “I married my wife on Sunday” was probably the biggest challenge of this challenge yet not just that It was hard to squeeze in the whole narrative (doing it in a half hour made it sloppy) but also[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I have a bad feeling that this one, March wind and April Showers is the first dud of the batch. I blame being a very simple image which I rushed on making a huge mess.
With this one, “Winter’s Thunder” I’ve had two nature rhymes in a row… I think this one came out a lot better though it’s kind of hard to do a oncoming thunderstorm with a pencil… monochrome really doesn’t do them[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Wow, after a week of this we come to the first rhyme I’ve heard of, Tweedledum & Tweedledee… As a fan of Lewis Carroll and John Tenniel I know them well, to the point that it’s easy to forget the[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Well I just started my new sketchbook with “Pussy Sit’s by the Fire” and I am feeling nicely smug. This is definitely my best one yet, and considering I said that yesterday this is a good sign for the rest[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Well with the ninth rhyme in this sketch challenge, Oh Rare Harry Parry, we come to yet another one I’ve never heard of, and another that asks the question, “were these ever meant for kids?” wiith the subject being what[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I won’t say this illustration of poem #7 in The Annotated Mother Goose, “When I was a little boy”, is another dud, but it did not inspire at all. The only things I can say about it, beyond filling in[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
