Wow ! I've been lazy for a while ! Gotta keep my blog updates more often !
Here're couple of study I did. Some thumbnail color, portrait, scene studies !
When I was a little kid my parents went away to the city to work and I stayed with my grandparents in their village. One day we went off to visit my auntie who lived in a village about three kilometres away. The path to my aunt’s village was very sandy and the grass was so high it curved over the path.
My grandfather led the way, then came my grandmother, then me. We set off.
After a while I smelt something. I thought the smell would go away as we walked past—whatever it was, but it didn’t. I didn’t like it. It made me scared. I told my grandfather I could smell something that was scaring me and I asked him if I could walk between him and grandma.
“Of course,” he said.
So I moved into the middle and we went on. But I could still smell whatever it was and I was still scared. I tried to be calm but in the end I told my grandfather that I was really scared.
“What are you so scared of?” he said.
“I think there’s a lion following us,” I said.
We all turned round and sure enough on the narrow path behind my grandmother was a lion.
My grandfather stood in front of the lion and looked into his eyes and gestured with his arms said quite firmly: “Go away! You’re frightening my grand-daughter. Be off with you!” And the lion turned and walked away. It was incredible! I’ll never forget it.
Rosie was a little girl who lived in a village with her grandmother and her grandfather because her parents had to work far away in the city. Rosie loved her grandmother very much but she loved her grandfather even more.
One day her grandparents decided to visit Rosie’s auntie who lived in a village about an hour’s walk away. They set off. The track to the auntie’s village was soft, and sandy, and narrow. On either side of the path the grass was so high it curled over, like a cool green roof.
Grandfather led the way, next came Grandmother, and last of all, little Rosie. As they walked no sound could be heard. The sun shone. The air was calm. The world was full of peace.
After a while Rosie thought she could smell something she didn’t like. She hoped it would go away. Her heart beat fast. She was scared.
But on they walked. They walked, and they walked, and they walked. As they walked no sound could be heard. The sun shone. The air seemed calm. The world seemed full of peace.
But still the smell remained. Rosie’s heart beat faster. She was scared. Really scared.
“Grandfather,” she said, “I’m scared. Please can I walk in the middle, between you and Grandmother?”
“Of course,” he said.
So Rosie moved into the middle between her grandmother and her grandfather and they walked, and they walked, and they walked. As they walked no sound could be heard. The sun shone. The airseemed calm. The world seemed full of peace.
But still the smell remained. Rosie’s heart beat faster. She was scared. Really scared. Really, really scared.
Finally she said, “Grandfather, I’m really frightened.”
“What is it that frightens you, little one?” asked her grandfather kindly.
“I think there’s a lion following us,” she said.
They all turned around. It was true! Behind Grandmother was a lion, following after them along the narrow path.
Grandfather stood in front of the lion and looked into his eyes. He pointed down the path and said quite firmly: “Lion! Go away! You’re frightening my grand-daughter. Be off with you!”
And the lion turned tail and walked away.
Which only goes to show that lions, like men, understand Swahili!
There was once a jackal called Nasty.
He was dirty.
All jackals are dirty.
He was mean.
All jackals are mean.
He was sneaky.
All jackals are sneaky.
He was lonely.
All jackals are lonely.
He was lazy.
All jackals are lazy
He was secretive.
All jackals are secretive.
He caused trouble.
All jackals like to cause trouble.
But when a lion ate his dinner, the jackal cried and cried.
All jackals cry, and so do I.