Canned

I need some refreshment because it's 29 degrees here at the moment in Holland and I'm totally non-productive. Though I canned resist posting this one.

Little Things

~All little things matter~

Zoo

Well I finished this one just in time...phew

Pollution on a large scale

Seems like I´ve been suffering from insomnia and a paintersblock lately and I can tell you that´s a bad combination. But after a few weeks off and a short sabbatical in beautiful Wales I couldn´t find any excuses anymore not to come up with something new.

For creating this image I used some images and new techniques from the amazing book Creative Photoshop from Derek Lea.

Open

Open your heart? And what if somebody rips it out...

Juggling Black Widow

This was actually my second idea when I thought of juggle. The first thought that came up to me was two big guys in a circus juggling with a dwarfish person but I thought that might be a little too harsh so I chose for The Black Widow juggling with her husband. I find it really fascinating that after having intercourse the female attacks the male and often kills him. Sounds like a good deal to me:)

I once read that Israelian researchers found out that the poison of The Black Widow can be useful in the treatment of sexual impotence. Hmmm...quite orthodox I think...

Wedding

"And you may now kiss the bride..."

Visitors

I don't like unwanted visitors that come uninvited and there seems no possible way to get rid of them anymore.

Suit

"Nothing happens up here in the North*
All days are cold & empty & so forth
And so...
I eat too much when I'm a bit low
My suit is already too tight
My mum says it has to end
I know she's right
But food is my only friend"

*I know that penguins do not live on the northpole generally spoken but else it wouldn't rhyme ;)

Snap

Just a tragic and traumatic childhood incident...

I Spy

The theme I spy made me think about a program I once saw on TV about Trepanation. People let voluntary drill a hole in their brainpan (in my case of interpretation the forehead)because they believed that it would stimulate the less used brainparts. And were convinced of getting a higher level of consciousness. I wondered if I could spy inside someone's head by looking into the hole.

Wired

Hide

This picture is about a girl who hides in her own safe cocoon, not being able to be herself. Although aware of the force to change to escape from fear. Each decision, right or wrong, frees the way to new possibilities while others are closed finally...

Communication

Communication can be hard when somebody doesn't want to listen.

Gravity part II

"Thou found thy love prince to be
But sadly gravity has taken over thee"

This is my second submission for gravity. Take a look here for the other one. I couldn't choose.

Zo en nu weer in het Nederlands. Het stoort mij de laatste tijd op Illustration Friday dat alles om het zo te noemen 'cute' moet zijn. Tenminste bij mij rijst het steeds minder vage besef dat deze het hoogst scoren op de IF-markt. Misschien moet ik toch overwegen me aan te melden voor Illustration Friday Night. Zo toch fijn; heb ik even mijn ongenoegen kunnen spuien. Er is toch geen hond die dit leest!

Gravity

OUCH!!!!

Crash

"Why do I harbour such deep distrust
for higher primates?"

Sprout

I just didn't seem to be inspired by the word this time. I don't even know what this picture has to do with sprout. It's a bit of a weird drawing but it just sprouted from my mind I guess. The head is deduced from a painting I did several years ago.

Red

Red Hen Roxanne hasn't got an
education
Caddish Cock said he could give her a job
That's how she got stuck
in this situation.

(anti-)superhero

In Holland we have the predicate 'A Hero On Socks' wich is actually everything what a hero is not. Not a prince on a white horse not a saviour. A hero on socks is somebody who presents oneself to be brave but in real-life wants to escape as fast as possible. And without shoes you're able to run faster;)
Now I've never believed in Princes on White Horses as I know them from all those fairytales. From the moment I read in The Little Mermaid : ''And the prince liked her so much that she was allowed to sleep on the doormat...'' (maybe it was a bad translation, I don't know) I began to doubt the existence of heroes and princes on white horses.