Mitadrawingbelladrawingcesdrawingnuts: Layers

You know Ces? Ces is an artist brilliant. Very kind and generous, Ces sends her work around the world, both on the net and in real life. I am a recipient of her kindness.

If you know Ces you know Ces has a predilection for nuts- acorns in this case.

And so Ces being good friends with Bella, asked Bella to draw her, Ces, drawing nuts.

And thence threw down the challenge to Mita.

And at some other time, so the rumour goes, threw down the challenge that someone draw them all doing what they do do so well.

So here is "Mitadrawingbelladrawingcesdrawingnuts."

Layer upon layer.

Of course I didn't read the intsructions properly so I will have to do it again :)

All the images bar the top one are pretty big if you clicken them.

Thank you for looking.

"Silly"

Well, for those of you who don't know Monday Artday, the artist running it, a great guy called Mike Baker, has recently been battling doctors and scalpels and radiotherapy and sickness. He vanished for a while and I must admit, I'd thought the worst, but he reappeared a few days ago with Mark Twain's indomitable

"The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated."

Mike says: Life has been rough but I'm planning on sticking to it for a few more decades. I still have cancer. It's moved to my liver. The chemo is working but it leaves me sick, in pain, nauseous, tired, and with a constant bad taste in my mouth. And I'm bald. But I have friends and family supporting me all the way and I'll be whipping this stupid disease in 2010. One more operation and a few more chemo treatments.

He's a brave man and a good bloke and if you have a moment to spare I'm sure he'd love your well wishes.

You can put them here if you like.

Thanks a lot!

You probably wonder what this has to do with an elephant standing on a stool, being scared by a mouse.

Absolutely nothing :)

It's just that I was at work today and this little kid bit me on the foot while I was trying to get away from his brother who was carrying a small calibre handgun thingy in one hand and a kind of sharp stick with a pointy metal bit on one end....

And so I thought I'd come home and do this image.

To get them back, kind of.

The mouse is me.

The elephant is the kid who bit me.

His brother is hidden under the elephant's foot.......

No, that's not right!

I am the elephant; the kid is the mouse.

Hmm, silly me!
And the dogs? Oh they are just for 'cute." (To make up for Uncle Arthur's Doinke.)

Thanks for looking.
Again.

Monday Artday: Circus (The Magic Circus)

    

A few characters from my unpublished novel. Here they are, drumming up publicity for themselves. They want to be famous, that's why they are carrying on like this....rowdy attention seekers, the harlequin, the twin clowns, the Oliphant.....always the same, where ever you go. Ho hum!

    Maybe it's time to start sending them out into the world. At least there'd be some peace and quite around my house.....

   You've got no idea how my new neighbours complain.
   They even complain about the odd smells in my backyard.
    One of these new neighbours - Ralph I think he said his name was - had the hide to come banging on my door last Saturday. He's a rather large, three chinned, red faced man that must drink too much.
   As soon as I opened the door he almost jumped on me.
   "Look here Finnie!", he said - which I thought was a bit presumptious because we had only just met.
   "Yes," I said.
  "You're not keeping some... some ... some kind of animal in there, are you?"
  "Certainly not!" I said, thinking guiltily about the three gold fish my wife kept in one of the cupboards in the spare bedroom.
  "Are you sure?" he asked, his face swelling up as if he were going to have a red apocalyptic spasm. He apparently didn't believe me.
  "Of course I'm sure!".
   He looked over my shoulder and began to sniff the air wafting out of my house. "Well I can smell a pachyderm,' he said.
  "A what?"
  "A pachyderm! An Oliphont, an African .... African Bush Elephant!"
   "Don't be ridiculous!" I said. "My house isn't big enough to hide a large guinea-pig , let alone an elephant."
   I tried to close the door but he'd sneakily stuck his foot in between the door and the jamb.
   He squinted at me through his bright little yellow-bead like eyes and sniffed again. "I can smell an elephant anywhere! I happened to be an eggspert on Loxodonta africana africana!"
 "An 'eggspert'? Well good for you," I said, trying not to laugh. "Now I must be off, I have to hang my washing out, we all need clean socks now and then. Goodbye."
  I closed the door as quickly as I could.
 Through the closed door I could hear him sniffing deeply, as if he really could smell an African Bush Elephant somewhere in my house.
  We stood there for about ten minutes, he sniffing on one side of the door, myself on the other, as quite as house-mouse, not daring to move lest he banged on the door again, forced himself in, and discovered my 'little' secret. 

   

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Butterfly Hunting on an Oliphant. The Story of The Witch and the Princess.

Two sisters, one rich, one poor, one a witch and one a princess, hunt magic butterflies from atop the safety of an oliphant.

What's an 'oliphant' I hear you ask?
Well they are kind of like elephants, but more patient, and definitely not scared of magic butterflies...
So who is the witch and which is the princess? Now that would be telling....

Many thanks to Ces and Her Dishes  for suggesting today's topic :)  Please click for big.