Another pen and ink.
Another pen and ink.
Thanks Siegmar : )
The Manky Boal of Bombus Bour and the Great Big Bahoochie of Bong,
Entered into debate one day as to who sang the silliest song.
Line from a lengthy and exceedingly obscure old Cyrimbalese poem.
Thanks Howie. I'm sure I remember your name from drawing on the Artcluster board, too. I don't get to draw on the groupboards as often as I would like, which is a shame, since I find it very enjoyable. Drawing along with other artists - even with some of the youngsters - can be a great learning experience.
Thanks also to Maidith, and Mihail, and to the others on the list who've taken the time to leave a positive word or two. Your kind comments are a great source of encouragement : )
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Now, you might think that this is a dreadful state of affairs, whereby one sentient species devours another, but hey! let's face it, we do it all the time. 'Ah yes', you might say, 'but the Hydrobian Howling Worm is a highly intelligent life form; that's what makes it so awful'. Hmmm, yes, you've got a point there. Cows and sheep and chickens are pretty dumb really... I suppose they deserve to be eaten. 'Ah, yes, but...'
Extracted from "Life and its imponderables - A series of ridiculous conversations", by Noot Nipple.
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A man with unquestionable charisma
Another little fragment of Cyrimbal's ancient lore, found embossed upon the lid of Queen Trinkus of Troiligum's sarcophagus. There were four such corner vignettes, each one depicting a different scene, and all are believed to relate to the exile of the Echoi. Here we see Azubel and his cat, Pocus, making their way across the Pipe Blower's Sea, toward the dreaded Gimligol islands. Famously, of course, this is where Azubel meets up with and befriends the Burpy Heckpeckers, whom he instructs in all of the olden ways of the Echoi.
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It's all in the shoulder action... and possibly relative to how frantically you can flap your arms.
It's... another old pen and ink