Whale Meet Again..

return of the pun.

Polar Opposites

Thursday's Owl

Monday's Post

"Compared with her old Grandmamma She's going to taste like caviar" -Roald Dahl



This weekends piece, inspired by Roald Dahl's Revolting Rhyme, 'Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf'.

Giddy giddy giddy

There is a strange excitement every time I upload anything anywhere on the internet. Y'know, seeing who sees it, picking up constructive criticism and the occasional kind word! I become that little child waiting for their birthday party all over again. Inbetween spurts of HTML deciphering, entwined with my ongoing website building mission (interrupted by the constant need for coffee, tea..or both), today I finally set up my very own fanpage on Facebook, inviting everyone I know personally. I never realised how few people even knew I draw, let alone wanted my career to be based around it! So now, as predicted, I am going to be refreshing the page all day.

Here is my fanpage link: ANIELA MURPHY / NELTONMANDELTON FANPAGE

I also found this lovely, yet fleeting mention on the For Folks Sake Blog

Pretty happy. Now. Back to work.

Meet Martin

20th Century...Fox?*

*Title unconfirmed.

Thursday Evening Sketch

Submission for the Cheapzine Fashion Nouveau Book

Above: My submission to Cheapzine for their Fashion Nouveau book!

♥My Box♥

I love stationary..

Tweet

Swallow this..

Terrible title. It's not official, so don't worry. Just my terrible sense of humour rearing its ugly head..again.

This is just a sketch I did tonight of a swallow. Quite fancy developing it.. Watch this space...

Somewhere

Imagining what somewhere else might look like...

A Tribute..

Rest In Peace.

Zig

In a nutshell, the past week has seen me fresh back from Poland's capital in London Town, to then take a very emotional trip to March in Cambridgeshire, followed by a swift return to the Big Smoke for Broken Sounds Moth In The Motor Arts Project that was featuring a piece of my work (it was great, nice one Chris), a night stop-off in Bristol for a reunion, finally finding myself back where I began.

I'm tired.

Unfortunately, the past weeks necessary travels have managed entirely to take over, leaving me with little time to muster up a bit of creativity, with which to destroy a blank canvas, etc.

I did however manage to draw this, both on the train and in my blokes parents kitchen.

His name's Zig.



Original? No. Not really. But he's a nice chap..