Dredge

This monster hauled gold out of the ground for a good 100 years.
It's amazing to behold.
A spaceship dumped in a puddle.

Winery and Friendly Magpie

The Bush in the Evening

In Australia we have the bush and the outback.
The bush is the bit before the outback.
This is some bush at night time.

Melbourne

Revisted

Folks may remember a long ramble I made sometime last year about film funding from Screen Tasmania.
Well it's seems that some other folks have noticed some similar things.
Matt Shea of overlander.tv has been sniffing about and noting projects Screen Tas have handed big lumps of money but the film has never surfaced.
One was the film about the zebra I mentioned in my initial blogpost.
Matt wrote a piece about this missing film and it was to be published by a Tasmanian news provider but the bits that were considered to be defamatory were edited out, including the cartoon I drew for him.
Here's the cartoon.
Hardly likely to start the revolution.

Refingerisation

Arse Antlers

Thanks to Matt Jones.

Refinger

Finished?

I've just finished up (I think) a job with Neil Ross.
He was gracious and kindly employer with a knack for asking for things that can only live in his busy head.
The lizard is his design and the finger comes from something I did for Uli.

Headline News

I've been reading some amusing headlines.
This is my favourite, from the Aberdeen Press and Journal, on the sinking of the Titanic:
"LOCAL MAN LOST AT SEA".

Flutes

I visited the Museum of Natural History again a couple of days ago.
This is a traditional Amazonian arse flute.

This is an Amazonian preparing themselves for the rigors of arse flute playing.

This is a collection of ceremonial toilet seats, sat upon only by arse flute masters.

Neil Ross watched on with menace in his eyes.

Drinking and Drawing

Last night Channel Frederator put on NYC's first Drinking and Drawing get together.
In short, animators were required to turn up, drink, then were given 8 frames to draw in 10 minutes following on from the animator that came before them.
A bit like animated Chinese whispers.
I know that my pals in London are all thinking "So all the animators get together and get maggoted and draw...Isn't that called "going to work?"".
It was a very jolly affair and I got to meet all kinds of good folks, including Bill Plympton, who I've been stealing from for years (but not his satchel, which disappeared).
I was very happy to follow on from Bill's frames, but in typical fashion I managed to create nothing better than a series of childlike scribbles that provided more embarrassment than entertainment.

Warwick

Warwick Johnson Cadwell is not a former US president, but with a name like that he should be.
Instead, he's a terrific illustrator with an exceptional talent for well written outlandish stories.
Visit his blog and read them - they start at the bottom of the page and go up.

In unrelated matters, here is a picture of me with a cork up my nose.

Monkey Fucker

Arse Me A Question

Spiked

Branches

Killer Koala

Pisser

Still here, just busy!