Further to my recent post on napkins, I have just returned from the Bologna bookfair, where collaborative drawing happened in a grand number of ways, including this three-napkin bonanza by Elena, Becky, Caroline, Emily and me in Bar 51 (click to see it bigger).
We also drew on placemats and on giant paper on the side of our stand at the fair, and we played a stunning game of telephone pictionary which I hope to share at some point.
In other news, I met hundreds of beautiful books and several beautiful ice creams; I also had an altercation with a wheelie-suitcase on the way to meet a publisher, which resulted in a split lip and an afternoon spent in hospital on a sugar drip. Many lovely Cambridge people looked after me and I am getting less scabby every day.
Oh and here is the suitcase I took (and didn’t trip anyone up with):
I’ve drawn three new cards for Earlybird: bearded men trampolining, balloonist beasts and a foxes’ pizza-party. Some of my original cards sold out (weird to think hundreds of people have been given my drawings, and cool – I hope they all had good birthdays/babies/sundry other life-events), so they reprinted those and commissioned these while they were at it.
Apparently, foxes are in, along with squirrels and owls. Owls are so above fashion though, surely? And I say foxes are never less than hip.
In other news, LOAf magazine has got half of its people-funding already, which is splendid! Please add a crumb or crust to the bread-basket if you can, it will undoubtedly make you more of a man.
By the way, I didn’t mean to imply squirrels were just a fad.
I just picked up some new party invitations which I illustrated for Earlybird. The invitations are quite small so not all of the cats and pirates I drew made it into print. This may be why the cat-band’s frontman is displeased: as you will see below, his percussionists have gone off without him. Now, who’s going to finish my dissertation so we can have a party?
Sizo and Dad were flying a kite on a hill above their house when they saw a hot air balloon. ‘What’s that rocking around in the basket Sizo?’ asked Dad, Sizo thought it was an ‘ELEPHANT!’
Above is the text from the spread before this one (this one is wordless). There is some more from Sizo and Dad and the no good house in the Llamas section. Clearly, Sizo and Dad are not llamas but yellow mammals of indeterminate species – I am making one at the moment and they seem to be made of velour.