What a lovely bit of animation from Sparks Studio! Not to mention the sweet song by Duke Special! <3

Animals in odd places…

Mrs Priest’s Guest House - Ellie Cunnington

I&#8217;m coming back to you, back to where I belongAnd I&#8217;m sorry for the things I did wrongI know I tried to run, with the wind in my sailsBut in the end I just went off the railsAll this confusion is because of meSo pick me up and throw me to the sea&#8230;

I’m coming back to you, back to where I belong
And I’m sorry for the things I did wrong
I know I tried to run, with the wind in my sails
But in the end I just went off the rails
All this confusion is because of me
So pick me up and throw me to the sea…

"Hinz &amp; Maida" A beautiful illustration by Catherine Rayner.Who&#8217;s to say dogs and cats can&#8217;t be friends?

"Hinz & Maida" 

A beautiful illustration by Catherine Rayner.

Who’s to say dogs and cats can’t be friends?

liamdobbin:

"Doctor Who?""Ask me again, I never get tired of that question!"

liamdobbin:

"Doctor Who?"
"Ask me again, I never get tired of that question!"

The bare trees swayed gently in the icy breeze, their leaves, long departed with the autumn. The overgrown grass glistened with a touch of early morning frost and the stream rushed down its rocky path relentlessly. Minnows darted in and out of the patches of sunlight formed by the overhanging willows and continued on the journey to their unknown destination.
The ancient outside wall of the castle had begun to crack with the hundreds of freezing winters and hot, dry summers it had endured; it had been unoccupied for roughly fifty years. Nothing built with human hands can last forever. The stone castle was surrounded with a deep wood that once had a great road running through it that led down to the valley, where a mass of villages lay, once a kingdom that had belonged to the king and queen of the castle. But over the hundreds of years that had passed, the road had faded away, the wood had grown up and the castle was forgotten.

The bare trees swayed gently in the icy breeze, their leaves, long departed with the autumn. The overgrown grass glistened with a touch of early morning frost and the stream rushed down its rocky path relentlessly. Minnows darted in and out of the patches of sunlight formed by the overhanging willows and continued on the journey to their unknown destination.

The ancient outside wall of the castle had begun to crack with the hundreds of freezing winters and hot, dry summers it had endured; it had been unoccupied for roughly fifty years. Nothing built with human hands can last forever. The stone castle was surrounded with a deep wood that once had a great road running through it that led down to the valley, where a mass of villages lay, once a kingdom that had belonged to the king and queen of the castle. But over the hundreds of years that had passed, the road had faded away, the wood had grown up and the castle was forgotten.

Red Myers by Conrad Roset."Beauty queen of only 18, she had some trouble with herself&#8230;"

Red Myers by Conrad Roset.

"Beauty queen of only 18, she had some trouble with herself…"

I think I’ve got a slight string obsession at the moment…



while you are awaymy heart comes undoneslowly unravelsin a ball of yarnthe devil collects itwith a grinour lovein a ball of yarnhe&#8217;ll never return itso when you come backwe&#8217;ll have to make new love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScXTyG946vA

while you are away
my heart comes undone
slowly unravels
in a ball of yarn
the devil collects it
with a grin
our love
in a ball of yarn

he’ll never return it

so when you come back
we’ll have to make new love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScXTyG946vA

(Source: csection)

"Creativity is intelligence having fun" - Albert Einstein

"Creativity is intelligence having fun" - Albert Einstein

Then He Appeared.A glimpse from afar.You walked on by. You made my day. You caught my eye.No pause for thought,No second glance.
Lost from my sight. I had my chance.
Ever forwards.On and on.
The moment&#8217;s there. The moment&#8217;s gone.
You slip away.We drift apart.Farewell, the flutter of my heart.

Then He Appeared.


A glimpse from afar.
You walked on by. 

You made my day. You caught my eye.

No pause for thought,
No second glance.

Lost from my sight. I had my chance.

Ever forwards.
On and on.

The moment’s there. The moment’s gone.

You slip away.
We drift apart.

Farewell, the flutter of my heart.

Self Promotion Blues:

Simply being an illustrator is difficult enough to capture and define. But how does one go about creating an identity that reflects three aspects of creativity: art, music, writing?
I don’t want to separate these three parts of me, for without even one of them, I simply wouldn’t be ‘ME’… 

One word that I can apply to these three different areas is narrative. This is something that is (or can be made) present in visual art, music and creative writing. What point is there trying to conform to what one expects of a standard ‘Graphic Designer’s Self Promotion Package’, when I am, first and foremost, not a graphic designer, but a narrator. A story-teller. I will therefore abandon all attempts to ‘conform’ and go back to what I know how to do. Tell a story. This work has to represent me, so I will use my own language. Illustration will be my technique, poetry will be my narrative and music will be my subject.

This video is a great source of inspiration for this. The artwork used was created by my friend and fellow illustrator, Emmanuelle Tchoukriel. It is an excellent example of how art, story and music can work together to create something beautiful.

You and I will always stay,So alike in every way.We are two peas in a pod, Fashioned by the hand of God.
We&#8217;ve grown up and this sad fact Has changed the way we think and act.We saw the world through sunlit eyes, But now we see the grey skies.Can&#8217;t we forget what we&#8217;ve been told? For fun and games we&#8217;re just too old.Let&#8217;s go back to the past; The innocence we lost too fast.We would have been wicked,We would have been wild&#8230;If only I had met youWhen I was a child.

You and I will always stay,
So alike in every way.
We are two peas in a pod,
Fashioned by the hand of God.

We’ve grown up and this sad fact 
Has changed the way we think and act.
We saw the world through sunlit eyes,
But now we see the grey skies.

Can’t we forget what we’ve been told?
For fun and games we’re just too old.
Let’s go back to the past; 
The innocence we lost too fast.

We would have been wicked,
We would have been wild…
If only I had met you
When I was a child.