Showing posts with label Woosly Woe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Woosly Woe. Show all posts

Thursday, 18 February 2021

The Professor's Door

 I painted this, once, a long time ago. I felt it did not capture the feeling that I wanted, and so I tried painting it again.

    A hedgehog makes his way to Joe's house in a blizzard, struggling to waddle through the frozen snow and brace himself against a frenzy wind that blows wild in his face, biting his nose and paws. His scarf is wet and he wishes he'd worn gloves.
 
    He eventually finds the bright door standing amidst the mixing black of night and white of bitter snow, and hurries forth with renewed spirits. He is expected by Woe, who ushers him inside and hurriedly puts him in a cozy chair in front of a fire to warm up with a mug of hot chocolate at hand. Woe returns from the kitchen with a tray of cookies and a helper.
 

       Here they are, gathered in front of a fire, the cold forgotten.



Thursday, 4 February 2021

Hot Chocolate

 

 
 
In the wintertime, the smell of coffee and hot chocolate sifts through every room of the Professor's house, bringing out critters who warm themselves around the temporarily abandoned mugs and stuff themselves with marshmallows.



Monday, 21 December 2020

A Lazy Afternoon at Pete's

I don't remember where the idea came from, or how it began, or the moment I finally signed the drawing at the bottom, but A Lazy Afternoon with Pete has always been a favourite of mine to flip back to.
 

Pete's stranded caravan, surrounded by his many scattered belongings.

Woe sometimes spends his afternoon with his dear friend Pete the spider. He is served cup of tea after cup of tea, while Pete excitedly tells the stories about his many adventures in the great big world.


Woe would tell you that the best thing about Pete's house is that there was always a new story to hear with another cup of tea.


Here they are caught in a single glorious and lazy moment in time, simply enjoying each other's company.

Tuesday, 11 August 2020

Tante Willabee Takes the Cake

 


 

"Tante Willabee, to put it lightly, did not travel light. In fact, even when she was not traveling, she was not very light. Tante Willabee loved frosted cake, especially the extra frosted kind." (Woe's Many Meetings, Professor Joe.)

 

 

Depicted here is Tante Willabee, standing as if in a dream before a slice of tea-time cake. The unfortunate soul who left it unattended will soon return only to find their plate empty.



Sunday, 4 February 2018

Between the Pages of a Book

 

As the day slowly comes to its end, and the house begins to sleep, the mice prepare for the most pleasant of evening events; story time. They gather around, and listen to tales, stories come alive, bursting from Between the Pages of a Book

Saturday, 22 April 2017

The Cookie Maneuver


As the sun shines through the kitchen window, mice of a mischievous sort come and perform a series of complicated tricks which they have plotted time and time again. They climb on top of each other to reach the cookie jar and soon manage to topple the lid. This scheme has been named The Cookie Maneuver. Joe, the unfortunate professor who lives in this home, notices the supply of cookies constantly vanishing, leaving in their place only a trail of scattered crumbs, and the smell of mischief in the air.

Friday, 11 November 2016

I Remember


  Today is the day to remember all the soldiers that fought for our freedom. The main character of my collection Woosly Woe, adjusts his poppy while looking into the mirror. He remembers the soldiers that sacrificed their lives for their country. Do you? 

Wednesday, 5 October 2016

Rainy Days



The weather turned out great for this photo, and it was taken thanks to my sister. 
The picture is called after the weather- Rainy Days. The baby cub watches the drops fall from the sky, remembering the past.

Saturday, 1 October 2016

Scurry-Scatter




     This drawing is mainly about one thing- not the cat, but the mice in the walls. But the cat has some importance- he is listening to the scatter inside the walls. That gives the picture its name: Scurry-Scatter. This is a drawing with a story, but that story will not be told. At least- not yet.