an ever so shaky venture...

Dante questioned if mini busses really were fit for flying... the whole venture seemed rather shaky
‘Zoe and Dante’it’s been a while since I digitally rendered an image… after a habit of filling an image with details it was a bit of a challenge to rein myself in and keep it simple… Enjoy!

lately I’ve been craving the magic of a hot cup of cocoa under a tarp in the rain...so cosy!

“Balentyne?” Dante said tilting his head then looking up at Zoe who shrugged.
The little ant crawled out of their bundle where he had stowed away… he looked a bit sheepish standing there… and was expecting to be interrogated about why he had hidden in their bag, but Zoe just shrugged again and said “ I think it’s going to rain… “
Something was wrong with this place, they could all feel it but no one spoke of it, instead they distracted themselves with the task of building a shelter. Dante produced a tatty grey tarp he had found in an old nest and Zoe tied it to the trees to form a makeshift tent. “These bits of rope sure have come in handy! She said as she tightened the last knot. “Well, she continued, now that that is done, I think we could all use some hot chocolate!”
Indian summer brought down warm heavy rains and thunder and the soft pitter-patter against the tarp was almost as soothing as the hot cocoa they sipped. Without really thinking about it their worries slowly slipped away as they told each other the kind of story woven at campfires, jumping and laughing in all the right places. At the end of a particularly silly story Dante had fallen down in a fit of giggles and as he sat back up he looked out at the island. Blurred by rain, it was covered in dead trees, each burdened with several nests all of which were falling apart. “What happened here?” He though, and was a bit surprised to realise he had said it out loud.
“Well,” said Balentyne in a hushed voice that made them all lean in so as to hear him over the pounding of the rain… “not so long ago, the waters in these parts were teeming with squid, a particular delicacy if you’re a bird. And it wasn’t long before colonies started moving out here from the mainland… till there were so many birds on the island that all the trees went barren under the weight of all their nests… and still they flocked here, thousands of greedy birds, their cravings so strong that in the end every last squid was devoured! By then there were so many of them that it was not long before they had eaten everything of sustenance on the island! threatened with starvation they abandoned their homes… they left… in a great swarm they gathered one morning, casting a shadow the likes of which you could hardly imagine, and together they flew off into the horizon never to bee seen or heard from again!”
“Where did they go?” Zoe asked.
“I don’t know,” Balentyne answered squinting at the horizon “but I would love to find out!”
“Well I don’t believe it… how could so many birds just disappear? I think your story is silly!” Dante said as he stood up “it’s…it’s just stupid!” he was now standing at the edge of the tarp and I think you’re stupid too!” And with that he stormed off into the woods. “Let him be,” Zoe said holding back the insulted Balentyne … “he’s just scared.”
Balentyne watched the rain a while…when he turned back to Zoe the cocoa was cold, and she was putting the thermos back into her bundle. She didn’t speak to him and he, still too mad, was also silent. He sat and watched as she curled up in a little ball and even though she was many times bigger than him she now looked ever so small… and lost, and then, Balentyne understood... the thought of colonies disappearing forever could be terrifying to those trying to find their way back to family and friends. He was about to ask Zoe about it when he saw something moving among the trees…

at a current tally of 5...

Though a bit… well... rather truthfully, very deeply on the strange side… We are still receiving sticks in the mail… I still don’t know from whom they origin or what to make of them, but the bunnies sure seem to get along with them so I’m just choosing to just go with it : )

Finished writing the next Zoe and Dante today… and started the corresponding illustration! So stay tuned! Goodnight and good luck!

Strange wood… a true story…

On Friday…

…There is a strange package in the mailbox…

I’ve lost my key and cant get it out all other post is carefully retrieved with a barb-q tong… I am a bit curious… what could it be?

yesterday…

I had just gotten home when I got a call... It was one of the neighbours a few blocks down. He briefly told me a man had called him concerning my boyfriend’s cell, which had apparently been found at the local subway station. The neighbour in question had been the last number called from the cell and the man who found the phone had wanted to inform the owner that it had been found and was safe… this kind act followed by the foresight of the neighbour to google our home number led to me leaving the mountain of work I was huddling under to go pick it up.

The phone was at the subway access furthest from my flat so after having retrieved it I found myself taking an unusual path home. On the way I encountered a little girl quite obviously in distress, bawling panicked “d ddaaddy!” so I asked what was wrong… she told me she had lost her daddy, so I asked her where did you last see him? She sniffed and pointed… “Over there”… well let’s go there and see… I responded… having reached ‘over there’ we also found a panic-stricken dad.

I continued on my way...

I stopped at the video store/post office to pick up a letter I had gotten notice for this morning…

An other strange package!

Walking the last block home I ripped it open and looked inside… to my surprise I found a little driftwood monster!

Who is sending us strange wood?

Today…

Indeed a third little critter was sitting in our mailbox today!... he was thinner than the others and I was able to slip him out (yes, with a little help from my barb-q tongs). These overwhelmingly busy days have been lit up by this strange little mystery… but who is the endower of woody beasts?...

And will an other come tomorrow?

spring parade...

quick little ditty just for fun...

Literary hierarchy… or just a mess?

I’m doing research at the moment that I hope will end in a suitable top ten list… for now though it is mostly an adventure!
Thanks Pia for the inspiration!

cherry blossom delirium...

2 week in the cherry blossom delirium of Japan… I come home inspired and giddy! So many new worlds for Dante and Zoe to explore have been sewn in my imagination… I can hardly wait! We were there primarily to study architecture and I’ve got cityscapes on my mind… though this little photo is from Beppu on our only wet day… perfectly timed to give my visit to the mud baths the feel of having stepped into a scene from “spirited away”.

subtracted from this mortal coil...

Through deep gasps and slow awakenings light cuts the eyes and rouses the shipwrecked trio. Once again Zoe and Dante find themselves in the echoes of a dark and traumatic night. The morning rays are blindingly low and crisp diffracted as laser beams through the islands sparse and craggy trees. Dante licks his briny fur and shivers as Zoe scoops starfish out from a tidal pool back into the Mason jar. As she does this she looks back at the jellyfish its folds blue, clear and lifeless, rippling in and out with the waves. In the turmoil he had been torn in ways that held no return. It was confusing, she thought, she was so happy to be alive yet stricken with loss, she questioned if one little bunny could safely yield to so many strong emotions.

“Will it always be this?” Dante asked “nothing stays…” Zoe looked at her feet clutching the jar not sure what to say… she wanted to tell him things would be ok, they would find their home and the comfort of friends and that all this would fade like burnt mist, but instead she gasped “what is this place?”

“This?” a small voice whispered “this is the island of the birds!”

crazy few weeks!

I have been working around the clock for weeks now... feels like I am just crawling out of a cave back into the throws of that big bright world where other people exist... HI!

Had a huge deadline this week and I am thrilled it’s over and went well!
I added some photos of the first just for fun doodles I've drawn since before valentines day... the shots are bad but the scanned versions were even worse... the pens I used don’t like my scanner.

I have some amazing stuff on the go but I have to check how much I can talk about here!

Ooh! And I have already started the next Zoe and Dante for IF ‘legendary’… so stay tuned! Sweet dreams... it's Friday the 13th!

Happy Valentines day!

Couldn’t resist posting this original Earl Grey sketch I found... enjoy and Happy Valentines Day!

Will Dante and Zoe make it out in time?...

Balentyne stood in the way but Zoe merely bound over him and down the hall…

“Ow!” Dante exclaimed reaching out to the corked bottle that had woken him so abruptly. What’s this he wondered? There was a note inside, but Dantes thoughts were cut short by a deafening crack as the whole house shook. Before he got the chance to regain his bearings a rope appeared before him.

“On the next jolt use the tilt to swing yourself up!” Zoe cried.

Balentyne watched the rescue through a nook in the wall; he would have to act fast if his plan was to succeed.

Once more the house shook violently and teacups crashed in pieces against the floors and walls, Grey was livid! Bellowing orders to his six legged army, “bring out the cutlery!... Attack! Attack!... If they think I’ll let them get me again they are sorely mistaken!”

He had felt that old familiar shiver the moment one of his spies told him a jellyfish was anchored to the house. He had been expecting this day, biding his time; he knew their weaknesses and had the scars to show for their strengths, he would not to let this infraction pass! Where there was one there would be more he thought and he had not been wrong.

An army of Siphonophores, each man o’ war glowing blue as it slowly inflated its sail to return to the surface of the sea. As they rose some hit the house, getting tangled in the rot iron details tilting the structure and ripping themselves to shreds. From above the pirate ants launched harpoons fashioned with forks and knives, and the sea churned with tentacles.

“Careful Dante!” Zoe screamed avoiding a shower of miscellaneous household objects “Starfish and his jellyfish are this way” she pulled his paw but he slipped away from her
“I think I see our rug sack!” Dante shouted and dashed off around a corner. Zoes ears perked straight up in fear as she felt a wave of water around her ankles, the house was taking on water! They were sinking!

Will Dante and Zoe make it out in time?...

He used to be a famous show cat before he became too… flawed

“Look! I brought you a new one! See how lovely it is?” Grey said holding the cup up high. He reverently placed it on one of the few empty nooks on the wall before quietly lulling over to a pile of blankets in the middle of the room. There was hesitation in his paw as it nudged the comforter “Delilah?” he whispered, but no one answered… the cat crumpled to the floor with a sigh. She’s dead you know… Delilah” a voice said behind Zoe. Startled she almost fell over spinning around to see the timid looking ant. “I am Balentyne and that cat is the thoroughly mad Earl Grey” “Mad?” she asked but the ant looking increasingly nervous didn’t answer, instead he ushered her into a closet. The space was plunged into darkness as the door closed, or so Zoe first thought, but she slowly realized that the walls were covered with little glowing mushrooms delicately laced around a myriad of picture frames.

“He used to be a famous show cat before he became too… flawed… he won them all! Every blue ribbon and trophy cup there was but one day while frolicking at the beach with Miss Delilah curiosity stung the cat… well really it was a jellyfish he was investigating playfully… oh it was tragic! A tentacle hit his eye, and well he went blind!” Balentyne paused a moment and Zoe leaned forward to urge him on.”Well he was still very pretty “he continued” but a half blind kitty doesn’t win ribbons or trophy cups. Miss Delilah being a kind soul would give Grey teacups as awards… Grey new they were not real awards but he loved them anyways and the tradition went on. When Miss Delilah died and they carried her away, poor Grey didn’t take it very well, he was inconsolable! Over the years he just went mad! Collecting teacups, talking to that blanket and now… hunting jellyfish… somehow he blames them well for everything!”
“Jellyfish!” Zoe said “Oh no! I have to warn Starfish!...”

'contained' ... or soon free?

You may find yourself thinking that Zoe and Dante are very similar, as they are both rabbits with long ears and lots of fluff but you would be missing the subtle nuances of this lapin duo. For example Dante has a habit of getting into trouble… by say doing something like entering strange houseboats, and Zoe well she has a knack for opening jars and of course getting Dante out of a pickle, like say if he were confined in the tower of an upside-down house full of pirate ants.

Zoe and Starfish had spied through the kitchen window, and so it was that even though they could not hear what had been said they understood that things had gone terribly wrong. Window to window they followed the procession dragging Dante all the way down to the tower where he was neatly tucked away.

This is bad, Zoe said as she tugged unconsciously at her ear, something she often did when thinking her way out of a problem. But as Time passed, Starfish began to worry, the sun had set almost an hour ago, the sea was now dark, and Zoe was still tugging her ear deep in though. Then suddenly she jumped to her feet startling the jellyfish into a cold fluorescing glow ,and after reassurances from starfish that this was perfectly normal behaviour and nothing to worry about, she and began to relay her plan.

“Steer the jellyfish as close as you can to that unwatched window, as tightly against it as possible” she explained “I’m hoping it will create a kind of airlock” Zoe walked him through it and on the second try it worked! Starfish then remove just enough, of the still very wet, glass panes to allow Zoe passage into the house.

”I’ll be back as soon as possible!” She whispered, before heading into the dark. At the end of a hall she found the shaft of the second floor staircase, and almost tripped on a lamp fastened to what had once been the ceiling. It was perfect she thought, swallowing a yelp of pain, and after first tugging on it to be sure it was still tightly bolted; she held the lamp cord and carefully lowered herself down the shaft. The wire was too short to take her all the way but long enough to let her reach some display shelves and climb from there. She was almost safely down when she heard a voice that made her blood freeze…

Zoe is about to discover one of the many dark mysteries contained within the walls of this seafaring wreck… but you will have to wait till next week!

boxing daze...

I have been away so long… my blogging wheels are rusty! My greatest regrets to the numerous wonderful blogs I have not visited… I miss you all so terribly much! And will be visiting very very soon!

I want to give a special shout out to three fellow pen wielders who tagged me in my blogging absence…
Peter, whose profiles are a source of delight and inspiration!
Leah, who really gets just how twisted things look best! (drool…)
Yoon See, a bright beacon of positive energy on the vast internet sea!

And last thank you all for the kind condolences I am deeply touched and grateful!

ps… I’ll be starting my next Zoe and Dante illo this weekend! So stay tuned!

unstuck...

I'm back! here is a quickie with lots of love and some holiday cheers! hugs... Emily!

Iris

It’s was a call that woke me in the in the early grey hours of the morning just before dawn. All week I have been expecting this call, my throat filled with heart every time the phone rang… and there is no going back to sleep now it has come. The voice on the line is disturbingly collected and I feel nothing… I think we all expect life to be like in the movies from time to time with instant chocks and spiring crescendos, but here in my room, life takes its time to crawl under my skin… meander through the grey matter to finally rest in that shrine of memories weaved in neurons. I have a hero there safely wrapped in myth and recollections… and when I draw on this corner of my mind I smell a little home in Enköping, Sweden, with the promise of good food, and afternoon walks, I see a smiling face and I feel love, kindness, strength, compassion, but most of all the brightness of a spirit that never aged or withered. This morning, my beloved grandmother passed... my eyes burn as I head for bed tonight; I have been tapped dry of tears…

in my opinion, all artists are masochists...

(…how else can I explain having this blog in my nonexistent free time! hehe)

It was quiet…too quiet, Balentyne worried, as he carefully navigated his way down one of the stalagmites of kitchenware that he and the colony had neatly piled.
“Dante?” he called, “are you ok?”
Silence, then the whine of metal and the creaking of wood, he looked up to see the square of sunlight go out as the cellar door was swung shut by hundreds of little feet. The kitchen was now plunged into darkness and as in a theatre Balentynes eyes were drawn to the sole origin of light, the stage was set and there sat the cat.

Ol’ Gray was mostly a bag of bones these days, but he had once been a pampered show cat, sleek and strong, and he still wore the arrogance of pride in his face though his left eye was gone and his youth long since spent. He stretched out a back paw making sure to pause just long enough for everyone to see his sharpened claws then casually sat down again.
“So” he began as a dozen of the ants brought him Dantes parcel “what have we here?”

Grey cut the ropes holding the blanket together with a lazy stroke; just as he’d done this a wave caught the house causing some of the trinkets to roll out across the room. One of them hit an old teapot with an oddly muted clang before sliding away into a dark corner. The cats’ eye turned to the pink floral teapot as a couple ants rushed to remove its lid, revealing a slightly damp and very frightened bunny.

Dantes eyes had adjusted to the dark by now and he could see Balentyne looking down on him “you’ve been betrayed!” the ant said as he walk confidently up to the one eyed cat, he was carrying the orange teacup and saucer Zoe had salvaged on the ocean floor, “but what do you expect” he taunted” we’re pirates!”

Surrounded and clearly trapped the bunny could only watch as the ants catalogued and carried away his treasures and before he knew it only the teacup remained. The cat was eying it lovingly talking to himself in soft purrs as he prodded it…”what do you think drives them?” he said to no one in particular. ”such craftsmanship and in so many variations! It’s mad!” Suddenly he turned to Dante “you! Bunny! What do you think? Why do they make them?”
”make them?” Dante stammered.
“Yes… the potters the artisans of clay and porcelain…” he paused looking out the window dreamily before saying matter-of-factly “in my opinion, all artists are masochists! Driven by a need to create, spurned and tortured by this urge but never gifted with the satisfaction of feeling done….” his voice trailed off into low purrs again as Dante found himself dragged from the room.

are you sure this is "wise"... (part 6)

As you may know, old houses are never truly vacant and even as Balentyne scuttled through the dust of the great hall, his footprints were not the only ones to be found there. In the kitchen he stopped for a moment as if he’d seen something but then resumed his course squeezing through the cellar door to the salty air above.

He was just in time to see Dante climb up onto the foundation and shake the wet off his ears. Large droplets fell around him causing hosts of ants nearby to flee. One ant caught in a bead of water was quickly rescued by twenty others, but not by Balentyne his eyes were fixed on the rabbit.

“Welcome aboard! I’m Balentyne!” he piped enthusiastically. This hospitality was not mirrored by the other ants, as they whispered amongst each other and discreetly retreated into nooks and dark corners.

“Thank you” he said and introduced himself as he fumbled a bit with his parcel… “My companions and I were hoping to… um… trade… for some provisions!” he stammered “you see our bread has gone mouldy and, well…” he began to slough a bit now but continued “truth is we don’t really have much to trade, but please have a look!” Dante finished as he lay open their treasures.

The ant quickly dismissed most of the items on show, and things were looking grim till he fumbled across a piece of the sugary crystal Dante had gotten stuck to…licking it carefully his antennae popped with glee and responded, “We might have some caned carrots in the pantry, do you want to have a look? I’m sure we could spare them, I don’t really care for carrots.”

To an ant there really wasn’t much difference in the rooms being upside down…but for a bunny, it was steep fall from the cellars trap door down to the kitchens former ceiling. Balentyne heard a deep rumble which made him jump, as he looked around to see where it came from, Dante blushed a bit and rubbed his tummy. Balentyne watched in aw as the bunny fiddled with the rope and bobby pins from his satchel, after what seemed like fruitless hesitation, he managed to fashion a harness. He hooked one end of the rope to the door latch via the safety pin and with the harness in place he took a brave leap. As he hung on the brink, just where the sunlight started to fade into the darkness of the room below, Balentyne looked on him with the shadow of doubt on his face and said. “Are you sure this is wise?”

for Pelle...

Do not offer me condolences for he was not my cat to love. I merely wished to pay tribute to a black cat I am glad to have crossed paths with, and to those who loved him I hope I have not offended.

happy Allhallows eve!

A rerun I know... but aren't they bewitching! And with all that sugar it must be party time for the little ants as well!

to repair the leaks... (part 5)

It had been a surprise, when the carpenter ants of whistling manor hand awoken to find their home upside down in the sea, it was after all the middle of their afternoon siesta! Every able bodied ant in the colony had been drafted to repair the leaks so as to render the manor seaworthy. Balentyne, a particularly adventurous ant was exhilarated! Finally, here was the adventure he had so longed for after years in the monotonous drone of colony life. He lay in what once had been the conservatory, now mostly underwater, resting his six tender feet as dreamily observed a school of fish.

“Look Dante! I think it’s a house!” she shouted, waking him from a particularly cosy dream.
“What is a house doing at sea?” he asked turning over to Starfish, who was steering the jellyfish, “can we have a closer look?”


Starfish yanked at some tentacles and the jellyfish veered towards the manor. It was not a huge estate but a very elegant one despite being upside-down and patched up in places. Through the glass of a stately conservatory they saw an ant waving jovially, the trio waved back.

travel dust...

…slowly recouping from a delightful and hectic tour of cities (Venice, Ljubljana and Zagreb)… I am shaking off the travelling dust!

But no rest for the wicked! Or so I hear… and as I have a few moments to spare I want to shout out to some great fellow bloggers out there… (I have been sadly neglecting everyone…)

First to Jonathan who is a shiny new blogger so go pay him a visit and make him feel welcome!


Second to Truska for the lovely bookmark she sent me in the post! I love it to bits!

And third to Yoon See and Bella Sinclair for giving me a lovely nomination (now ages ago), I once again didn’t have time to pass on but really really appreciated!

Oh! And stay tuned for the next episode of Zoe and Dante! Should be up tomorrow!

"late"… the tiny blue "strings" enveloped him ... (part 4)

It is a strange thing to think you are going to drown, at first Dante struggled fighting the whole weight of the sea crushing in on him, a maelstrom of water white with bubbles slowly rising to reveal the canyon once more returned to its watery depths. The plants sway, pulsing back to life in a turbulent dance under the flickering lights of a rippling surface above, Dantes lungs no longer burned.

He wondered if the fish would return and why he never noticed the beautiful and hypnotic choreography of the sea before, Dante began to dream.

The tendrils slowly wrapped themselves around his body, first genteelly then tightening as more and more of the tiny blue strings enveloped him and pulled him upwards into a cocoon of jelly.

“Wait!” Starfish said “don’t touch him yet…”
“But!” Zoe started… stopping abruptly, the tendrils many of which were still wrapped around Dantes wet body had started to glow. Then tiny sparks flared and he stiffen from his little bunny toes to his little bunny ears, he gasped and coughed.

“Where are we?” he croaked, as he unravelled the remaining tendrils from his ears.
“Inside a jellyfish!” Zoe exclaimed.

"they taste sugary!" Dante exclaimed ... (part 3)

The mornings path had been full of shadows and expectations but as the sun rose and made dead things rot Dantes thoughts grew more and more torn between taking the time to enjoy the exotic beauties the sea floor and hurrying home to see how his housemates hade faired. He felt a twinge of worry but he had to believe they were ok, so he pushed the dark thoughts to the back of his mind and hastened to catch up with starfish and Zoe.

A tremor caused Zoe to loose her balance again but she didn’t fall this time. The first tremors earlier that morning had almost made her drop starfish’s jar, but she had grown as accustomed as one could be to the fowl air and the earth moving from time to time. What worried her more was that she couldn’t help but notice that the puddles were growing with the slow trickle of ever more numerous sparkling streams.

By lunchtime the water was knee deep and they looked to have reached a dead end. The canyon walls here were covered in large clear crystals like swords tearing through the coral and splitting the curtains of waterfalls into threads, it was both beautiful and horrifying!

They taste sugary! Dante exclaimed his little pink tongue still stuck to one of the crystals. But Zoe didn’t have time to answer for just then there was a roar so loud … and a wall of water blotted out the sun.

packed it all down in an old blanket nice and snug... (part 2)

He didn’t want to open his eyes… because seeing is believing and he didn’t want to believe the nightmare had been real. But the temperature was rising and the sun burned twice as bright in the newborn sky and though his eyes were closed he had to clench to keep them so. He felt a nudge, and a voice said;
“The tree house and the others are gone Dante, and I have no idea where we are, but I have found us a guide!”
To which Dante heard a sloshing sound.
See!” Zoe continued “meet Starfish!”
Now curiosity had grown stronger than fear and slowly, but reluctantly, he opened his eyes.

A jar filled with water and something orange dangled before him.
“Starfish?” he asked.
“Unhun, he says he’ll help us on account of me saving him, you know since the sea is gone.” Zoe answered.

He slowly stood up, feeling rather small, in a canyon of coral, dead fish and dying sea flowers. Above him perched the skeleton of a wooden ship and all around him lay the pieces of his home.

A sight like this would dampen the spirits of most creatures, but not Zoes, “this must be how adventures begin” she said as she handed Dante some crackers and he nodded in agreement.

Their tummies full of crumbs and with a feeling of aw and curiosity, they set to gathering odd bits and bobs they thought might prove useful on the way.

1 thermos
1 kettle
1 teacup, orange in color
1 saucer
Some rope
3 bobby pins
1 tin of cinnamon tea bags
½ a loaf of carrot bread, slightly soggy
1 small tin of butter
1 kerosene lantern
2 walking sticks
1 box of matches, wet

They packed it all down in an old blanket nice and snug, and knew they were done here, it was time to go.

they huddled in little cliques… (part 1)

(part of the story I made up in my head while sketching this illo…)

They huddled in little cliques as the storm bore down with gritted teeth, howling and clawing at every crevice, loose board, nail and tile… every flaw a chance to seep in and rip through their sanctuaries. Tooth and nail it harrows, relentless and wild. The wood moans and pops, and not too unlike a ship on the sea, the tree house sways. They huddle, five good friends within four thin walls, taking comfort around a game of cards and a thermos full of hot cacao. Which is good because this November storm is about to invite them on a frightful adventure and they say such things are almost always less overwhelming when accompanied by a sip of hot cacao…

some little words…

Obviously things are still crazy around here… but in the meantime I got some other little greetings that should be mentioned! So a special thanks to Astrid from potatomama… for nominating me for "I love your blog"

And to Diana for her special award! I am a bit too tied up to nominate for both so I figured I would take inspiration from Diana and create a new one! (How this takes less time… is arguable... hehe) stay tuned!

marshmallow party...

Experimenting a bit with doing the line work with ink pens and some water colors… I am not sure yet… what do you think?

Exodus from the island…

cosy clutter...

like a busy bee...

What a week! Hope to balance things out a bit soon and get back to posting more regularly! I just want to send out a little thanks to Bee for nominating me for an award… was too busy to pay it forward but I really appreciated the thought!

life on a space station is all about routine…

1030 water plants in zero gravity

1200 study specimens and record data

1500 go for a walk…

The space part does make it pretty exciting though as routines go! (bit envious to tell the truth... although can you imagine what a hassle those big ears must be in zero gravity?!)

iceberg bunnies of the North Sea…

As opposed to iceberg bunnies of the South Seas where there are no polar bears

mr bunns detached house...

He liked to be a bit detached from the colony… as long as he could still keep an eye on them.

lighthouse bunnies of the wild coast...

where every bunny has his or her own lighthouse!

IF Sail...

bunnies at sea...

going to render this one for IF sail...

rendering frustration...

Haven’t really gotten any further than last I posted this town… been trying to render it all day but just keep starting over… it appears this one is alluding me…

bad hare day...poof IF...

pencil sketch of water town...

Still doing some work on this one… stay tuned! this is sooo much fun to draw!