More changes, and my studio's a mess to show for it. (But that's what a studio is for, isn't it? And I get to close the door on it and go home). Spent the last two days there, juggling imagery. Finally getting over to the third panel (top pic).
My grandmother was always singing some funny old rhyme...
Martha Mariah spit in the fire,
The fire was too hot, so she spit on the pot,
The pot was too round, so she spit on the ground,
The ground was too flat, so sho spit on the cat,
And the cat ran away with the spit on its back!
5 comments:
Bare floors!!?!?
I'm super jealous.
I want bare floors!
It looks really good;
where did the cat run off to?
Reuben Reuben, I've been thinking, what a great world this would be, if the boys were all transported far beyond the northern sea...
marc, the word verification is caterph. don't know where the cat ran erph to...
sue! what a CRUEL world this would be!
I remember it as great, but I've looked it up and I've seen, "What a queer world this would be"
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