So, there I was, reading my good friend and oft partner-in-crime Mr
Owen Jones'
blog when I stumbled across a fun little story he'd written entitled "
The Boy who Stole the Sun".
Whilst reading and chuckling at his witty tale of explanation as to why we've had another catastrophic summer weather-wise I began to thumbnail the story as if it was a picture book.
Here it is in all it's scribbly scribbleness. Apologies in advance to the author.
A Short Story About What Happened To The British Summer
or The Boy Who Stole The Sun
It was a lovely sunny day. Birds were flying around twittering to each other. People were all enjoying themselves, playing games and sunbathing at the beach. Everyone was happy
But there was a little boy, a little, greedy boy called Archibald
Archibald was a miserable little so and so, and, jealous of everyone’s happiness, ran around generally making a nuisance of himself
“Why is everyone else so happy?” he moaned. “Why can’t they be wretched and woeful like me?”
So that night, as people had their backs turned
He rowed his little boat across the sea to the horizon where the sun slept
Then he stole the sun (and it’s hat)
The next morning everyone woke up ready for another exciting day, swimming and making sandcastles. But something was different, something was wrong. Where once the sun had beamed, big black clouds had formed. It had begun to rain
The smiles on everone’s faces soon disappeared
“Hahaha!” laughed Archibald. “Now everyone’s as grumpy as me!”
So evil Archibald crossed the road to buy himself an ice cream
As Achibald was a bad boy and didn't look when crossing the road, he got hit by a big truck
Have a fantastic Christmas and New Year and here's to a prosperous and exciting 2011!
I stayed with some friends over the weekend. I woke up early Sunday morning and padded round the house with my sketchbook, nursing the itch to draw. This is the view into their dining room from the kitchen. Lovely!
I create most of my images in bits. I find it much easier to create exactly what I imagined and I can resize, retouch and redo to my heart's content.
A Short Story About What Happened To The British Summer
It was a lovely sunny day. Birds were flying around twittering to each other. People were all enjoying themselves, playing games and sunbathing at the beach. Everyone was happy
But there was a little boy, a little, greedy boy called Archibald
Archibald was a miserable little so and so, and, jealous of everyone’s happiness, ran around generally making a nuisance of himself
“Why is everyone else so happy?” he moaned. “Why can’t they be wretched and woeful like me?”
So that night, as people had their backs turned
He rowed his little boat across the sea to the horizon where the sun slept
Then he stole the sun (and it’s hat)
The next morning everyone woke up ready for another exciting day, swimming and making sandcastles. But something was different, something was wrong. Where once the sun had beamed, big black clouds had formed. It had begun to rain
“Hahaha!” laughed Archibald. “Now everyone’s as grumpy as me!”
So evil Archibald crossed the road to buy himself an ice cream
As Achibald was a bad boy and didn't look when crossing the road, he got hit by a big truck
