the moon kisses me, and I kiss the moon

 

blood runs thicker than (2D animation)

 

indigo people

 I wrote a song called All The Indigo People. You can listen to it here.

The Monster Sale

I put a Brian Moses poem to music today. Then I made some illustrations and made this video.

Monsters that wait behind your door,
monsters that slither across the floor.

Monsters that moan and groan and wail,
buy your monsters at the Monster Sale.

Monsters that bite and leave a mark,
monsters that shine and glow in the dark.

Monsters that look like you and me,
buy one monster get one free.

A box of monsters to put under beds,
a sack of monsters with two or three heads.

Monsters with chipped and blackened teeth,
monsters with baby monsters beneath.

Out-of-date monsters from the bargain bin,
monsters that fit inside a tin.

Monsters that tap on your window at night,
monsters that whisper, ‘You’re in for a fright.

Monsters that hide in your teacher’s drawer,
such silly offers you can’t ignore.

But our monsters need feeding to help them grow,
so step this way to our basement below.

Such knock down prices you just won’t believe.
Pity you’ll never be able to leave........

monsters for sale

 wanna buy some monsters? buy one get one free.

moon

 

dog man

 

all mothers will die one day

 

Bach and umbrella

 

It looked like a storm was about to happen.

I saw her on my way to work. The music from her transistor radio was so loud it filled the quiet morning air. She was carrying a small umbrella in her other hand. 

Our eyes met. She was fair and thin, and had a weathered look about her. I smiled at her but she had turned her head so quickly that I could not see if she caught my smile.

As I walked on I could still hear the music. It was Bach's Goldberg Variations.

In that moment, as I walked on, I felt happy and peaceful.

She was all equipped for the storm.

image

 

Get In Line

 These comics I made for a cover I did of a Ron Sexsmith song titled Get In Line. Yep. Nothing else to say about them except that I enjoyed making them. You can listen to my cover below. :)

papa

 

lion girl cake

he looks at the sprouting plant

 

he stops to look at the sprouting plant, Chinese painting colour on paper

my neighbours part 1

Here are some of the portraits that I have made for an on-going project I am working on. They are based on and inspired by the people I see in my neighbourhood.

I saw her whistling on her bicycle, looking happy.

He takes his pet parrot everywhere he goes. There is a chain around one of the bird's feet but I have forgotten to paint it.

"I am 77. My husband had a stroke when he was 68. My shoes cost $5. I circle the block 3 times every morning. " She is one of the most jolly-looking old ladies I have ever met.

She sits there talking to herself, clutching a box.

I don't see him anymore. What has happened to him? All the senior members of the Senior Citizens' corner are not around anymore. 

He had a stroke and can no longer walk. I used to see him standing by his window everyday looking at the chicken and her mate. Then the chicken and the rooster disappeared. And I stop seeing him standing there when I walk past.

He jogs every morning, rain or shine. He has badly bent legs and looks like he is about to fall over with every step he makes. 

He has a corner of the void deck set up with a swivel chair, a small bookcase and a table. He used to walk around with his crutches. Not anymore.

The boy has an in-toeing gait. He does not wear proper school shoes but sandals with socks. His young mother is always in a hurry. He has black, uncombed hair.

She is always seen with a crutch and glittery eye shadow. She has eyes that stare blankly past you.

She inches with effort as she walks but refuses to have a walking stick. She thinks that love and freedom are the most important things in life.

"Stop staring at my daughters."
 The sun made her squint.

She slaps her face as she walks to the shops to buy food. Then she slaps her face when she walks home.

She lugs a trolley around calling out to the cats living on the streets. She feeds them at the same time every day and has a name for every cat. 

She has big, red hair and wears the same clothes every day. She bought herself a part of the moon from the 24-hour supermarket one evening.

She is always wearing her crochet beanie. Her husband is always behind her with rolled up newspapers.

She always sits on the stone bench at the void deck, with a cup of ice water. Sometimes she makes these sounds with her mouth open and her tongue sticking out.