Self-Portait At Dennys

Self-Portait at Dennys, ball-point pen and sausage grease on napkin

THE BISCUIT KING again

The Biscuit King. In Colour. This is my first ever real attempt at watercolour paints so I really didn't know what I was doing with this but it turned out a'iiight I guess. I really don't know why it is of a biscuit king.

THE BISCUIT KING

This is an illustration I am working on as a Christmas gift- the final will be coloured in watercolours and framed. It's okay, the intended recipient does not know this blog exists. Quite likely nobody else does either.

Also in the works: Biscuit King, the rhyming children's book and, eventually, Biscuit King, the motion picture.

Later still: Biscuit King, the novelisation of the movie.

Somebody please get me biscuits for Christmas.

This is how festive I am feeling:

Pizza Tales part four

...terrible

Teepee Man

BORN of Cherokee descent, he was not like the other American Indians. He didn't fit in with the others, and was forever an outcast. When he was young and the children would play Cowboys and Indians, he was always the unsuspecting cowboy getting scalped. Perhaps it was his awkward demeanor. Perhaps it was his pasty white skin. Maybe it was just that he was born with the body of a Teepee... whatever the case he was a Cherokee, a proud warrior. He was... LIMPING TRIANGULAR BUFFALO.

On another note, I can't believe that this isn't a wigwam. I thought, incorrectly, that the two terms were somewhat interchangeable. As it happens, a wigwam is a domed structure. A teepee is the pointy one, like the fella you see above. Teepees have hairy legs, Wigwams' legs are waxed.

I live in blissful ignorance for most of my life, and suddenly everything is turned upside down. Apples are actually oranges. Black is white. Sky is ground. Jeez.