This papier mache piece utilises an old cigar canister I’ve been keeping for just this purpose. The wings were an affectation I have no explanation for.
I said I’d do it.
It is National Read A Book Day and I have chosen one of my favourite books to re-read. I haven't read the whole book from cover to cover, instead I've jumped from interesting chapter to interesting chapter and pored over the beautiful illustrations and lettering without reading all the beautifully typeset words. Well, I have read the useful words, but I'm distracted by how gorgeous the book is and it's a slow process, so I'm going to take more time on account of the National Day. I'm lucky to have found a pristine 1958 printing of the book first published in 1906.
Black and white and red all over.
I found a tiny notebook. It says nothing and everything and is all a bit unruly if you're into straight lines.
I'm giving away a signed and drawn on copy of Waiting for Chicken Smith on publication day. Just tell me what you're waiting for via email. Send your email by September 7th. I'll choose a winner and post the book to you anywhere in the world. Good luck!
When I open the door, Chops goes straight to the cowhide and just sits. He probably thinks it's a Dalmatian.
My goddaughter made this self portrait. It looks remarkably like her. I love the way she draws and she is always fearless. If she makes a mistake she goes straight on to the next line – and the one after that. She doesn't erase anything either, she doesn't have time for that.
Thanks to Geoff and Carly Lloyd, the extra footage for the book trailer for Chicken Smith is in the can. Not only do they have this beach in the front of their house, but the surf club does chips like this all day long. They're the best – ask a seagull. Thank you Lloyds.
You can see the little film here.
The Australian winner of the screen print competition has received his prize and has displayed it like a peacock. Congratulations!