A light bulb moment at 5:00 in the morning… do I get up and draw it right now, or go back to sleep.Well… I didn’t get up, and I didn’t go back to sleep either!
There was no sleeping until Ruby got the new direction she was asking for.
Don’t you hate it… and love it when this happens!!!!
Ruby Rue and dummy book by Roberta Baird.
Poor Santa! When the plunger won’t do…. and you’ve got a major….. err… back up, who does Santa call? The Eleven Pipers Plumbing Co.!
Join us at the Doodle Diner for the 12 Days of Christmas! Teri has her version of the Eleven Pipers up and it’s really a cute one. Then come back tomorrow as we finish our Doodle Diner Celebration.
Humbug
I’ve been saving these to put up on my blog during the holiday season!
To see my completed sketchbook, click on the link below.
Come one now…. no more Bah Humbugs!!!
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It’s finally finished and ready to be sent off!
I really didn’t think that this project would be so much work… you know, a sketch here a sketch there. But no… it was a constant, pencil in hand, bulldozing through… coming up with one twisted Nighttime story after another. Not that I didn’t like it. Indeed… I loved it! The act in creating something daily, and following it through to completion is an invaluable experience.
Now it’s time to send it away. I wish I could keep it… but what sense would that make! I’ve made copies of everything though… Goodbye Nighttime Stories Sketchbook! I’ll visit you when you come my way in Austin!
A couple of character sketches from my sketchbook.
A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamed of the human world. She dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze, and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased every trace of the past from her memory. She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness, and pain. Eventually, she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess’ soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning..
Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly…
Only a few pages left in my sketchbook!
