Orchestration, Illustration and Frustration

"Your Own Orchestra" ...or something like that would be the header for the poster containing this -- the lines joining it (as few as possible) would offer my services as an arranger, orchestrator or, if you like, your very own little pianist for hire. Marketing is not my forte. Ironically, doing illustrations for marketing is something of my line...

So I wish that I could settle down. Toss this merry jumble off as easily for myself as I do it for others. Come what may. But marketing Muddles me...

Here you see some lesser details that might not reach the eye in real life, but there's something as a subconscious so I still think that they add to the overall effect.

So, then we only need a headline. A text. And I'd rather sit in the little studio right now with ears aching from adding violins, tuning the trumpets and keeping the bass down than trying to write the few necessary lines -- it's harder. The curious and interested may nonetheless find some of my output on YouTube, and you're always welcome to write to the little studio/illustrator/whatnot through

Welcome!

Vive la Difference

Thinking of the rich visual human palette, the colours of eyes and people and all...

I wish that our complexions were as varied as our eyes; there are too few purple people with green freckles (the latter glowing slightly in the dark, like cat eyes?) or why not the other way 'round... make your own. Turquoise skin with brown streaks, with thin intricate lines of light sky blue? Use your imagination. (Let's see what you can do! If you paint or draw something in this colourful vein I'm very happy if you mail it to me -- see "Contact" to the left. You also find me on Facebook.)

For a world of greater beauty, daring and confusion. Vive la difference.

Heart, Practical and Unbreakable

As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart! You don't know how lucky you are not to have one. Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.
-- Wizard of Oz, to the Tin Man

The tin heart, finally made unbreakable and practical, has a switch for turning the heart on -- In case we should have one but fail to -- and it can also be switched off before it is overloaded or hurt or even broken. There is also a knob for finely adjusting the heat of the heart; very useful for those who over- or underheat.

The tin heart is heavily protected with a code lock and cast in the best hardened steel of Oz. Tick tock, in safety at last.

Kudos to Marie, dear friend and muse, who helps me to come up with so many wonderful sillies. I owe you hedgehogs.

For Charlie Hebdo, in Memoriam

And this is what the madmen fear most
A girl with a book, a guy with a pen
They fear music and laughter and song
They fear thoughts too rash, flying drawn too high
-- I’ve heard they also fear paper kites
Fluttering all too gaily in God’s mild Summer sky.
Some of the kites they try to shoot down
Rejoicing in blood, forgetting their God,
But there will be spring.
We shall paint kites.
Flying higher and higher, until Fall
The more they fly, the safer they fly
They cannot shoot them all.

The Lost World, a sketch

A little sketch. Of course I haven't got the least idea what these beings are or what they do, and I am very tempted to call out for a little contest with prizes awarded for the best suggestion...

As a small detail (resized) there's a theme that has haunted me for a long time; Nature vs. Machine. Perhaps one should make the cogwheels more even. (But I am not a machine.) The yellow dots on the left gave a nice balance to the lemons (equally well explained) on the right.