Kick Out The Jams

Pendalim Fimble and his kinky powers
Took his boots then followed the flowers
From beginning to end
And around the bend
By moving his legs every eight hours.

Visions of Nature

HOLIDAY Illustration Friday

Here's a handy holiday tip
Put your mind right up a stick
Allowing breeze to blow through it
Then all the windy you must bake
To make your thinky bubble cake.

Buzz Blobz

Hello. This is a silkscreen print I've dug out which has now become a kind of Christmas card for those who have paid a visit here, especially for the weird and wonderful beings who participate in IlIustration Friday. Some of you leave me even weirder and wonderfuller comments. I'm glad the wind blew me towards I F World because it's full of wind and is occupied by people full of wind. The Wind of Life, blowing wonderous art and other things from themselves.
Season's Greetings to you all and Get Stuffed.

Hat To Go

Hats fly in the air and walk on the ground, hats will follow you round and around.

IMAGINE - Illustration Friday

In order for us to create we must imagine, in order for us to imagine we must be inspired. But who gives the orders? Sometimes it's difficult being creative. When, for example, William Shakespeare began to write with his mind Act 1 Scene I of the play "Macbeth," it is possible he experienced confusion if things did'nt click straight away. The sparrows can suddenly fly in when one's muse is distracted and cause problems later down the line, so always keep a watch out for that.

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Weirdest Habits

I have been infected by Hellcat, aka Hubcap, for 5 Weird Habits. I hav'nt learnt to give names click-ability yet that's why I don't do it. The following 5 things don't necessarily fit the criterea of habits or weird but it's the closest I could get.

*ON* This dos'nt happen any more, but before falling asleep I would get a weird feeling which I can't describe. The best I can do is say it felt like all the tiniest things became massive like planets and the huge things became tiny, and I could feel all this happening inside me.

*DOEZ* Is listening to Hellcat's song twice a habit? I hav'nt got to the end but it's got a nice beat.

*TRAYEZ* A few years ago I decided to stir tea, coffee etc clockwise.

*QUANTRO* Every time I play this song I love it still, it's the instrumental title track from 'Ogden's Nut Gone Flake" by The Small Faces.

*SANK* I have developed a choreographed accompaniment to "Wild Is The Wind" by David Bowie when drunk. Instead of the mouth/ tongue combination of blowing a Raspberry Tart, I opt for the mouth to arm method. It offers a wider range of sounds and has an unpredictable element. At the end of the line "I hear the sound of mandolins" there is just enough time to leave a pause before emitting two short sharp powerful blasts from my varied repetoire. And so on. I find this can be hysterically funny under the right circumstances and is best done alone. I don't know what the neighbours think.

I'm not infecting anyone with this virus because there's a lot of it about, but I should do if I've done this bit I know. The above image is an a/p Drypoint print via a bit of Photoshop.

Bird Catnap Trap

Beware all cats who sleep here, for we can peck you in the rear.

Cat Doodle

A doodle is a diddle. A cat has a piddle.

Who

How

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Pendalim Fimble

Here is an example of how not to print, my first attempt at drypoint. It's an early image of Pendalim Fimble and here he's excited by the higher reaches, which are lower with his boots on. He likes to synchronise with the skies, see cosmic masses from behind his glasses, to feel the stars twink then return a bit kink.

Fingers Jingle

Jingle fingers tuning forks, little things that go for walks.

A Bird Is A Word

Birdy bootees in the air, beeky feet are up there, birdy bootees twinkle by, beeky feet cannot fly.

SURPRISE (Illustration Friday)

This image came together yesterday in 15 minutes and I was surprised by the result. So make of it what you will. Not sure if it might be slightly risque for I L, or perhaps I need'nt worry about that.

Beaks In Winterland

The Luv In Your Eye

Blue Flying Light

Here's a silkscreen print, one of many colour variations I made with this image. It would have been my original submission for I L if I'd found it earlier.

Chillin' Away The BLUEs

This was my first submission for this week's I L, but I've bumped it for the one above. These birds are singing that song by The Drifters, and they play it at least once a week. Maybe I should use quotation marks. " "

And Now For Something Completely Different..

Amour

Tickle Time