Triggle Tunsbundy’s little brother Traggle had one very very good friend in the world, Oliver Maplesmort. Although Oliver was many, many centuries old( and not to mention the obvious fact that he was a tree) and Traggle only a few hundred years old or so, they were extremely fond of each other. You see Traggle was an excellent writer, a spinner of tales of far off places, and Oliver was a really very good
Tom, the shoe cobbler elf was unhappy. He had not been that way before he had visited a new friend Dib, who was a kitchen elf. But the moment Tom entered the kitchen and smelled the wonderful aromas, saw the textures of the colorful varieties of vegetables, roots, and baked goods and much more, he was hooked. A passion flared in him the likes of which he’d never known. “Oh to be a
“Journey’s Start” graphite 12″ x 9″ It is important to remember when setting out on a journey that things you don’t expect to happen, do indeed happen, and things you do expect, do not. So when Oliver Oldtree and Sneed, his trusty steed, started out on a jaunt to go as far away as either could imagine, it was with that understanding. But try as he might to have no expectations, he did harbor some desires.
“Returning Home” graphite 12″ x 9″ On the tenth day of the tenth month in the year of the Owl, Oliver Oldtree arrived home at last. He’d last seen his friends and family six months ago. It started with the realization that after 60 years of staying close to home, he was bored. He wanted to see what was outside the confines of his usual habitat. In short he had a bad case of wanderlust.
Another artist on a FaceBook group I belong to asked the question of how to get out of a creative block that she’d been in for quite a while. It inspired me to post my thoughts about it. My answer (elaborated here) was this: Small Steps Have you ever watched a dog getting ready to take a nap? Mine would circle the spot where it planned to lie down several times before finally laying down.