detatched

I had several other ideas which I was going to do for this, but somehow this one sneaked out. Which i'm kinda glad about!

Sail

'Har, har har, me hearty, tis not a night for setting sail. There be a foul taste of GEL in the 'air tonight. St Elmo's fire as well I wouldn't be suprised. Har. Ha har. ha.

poof

Well, somehow, and i'm not quite sure how, I managed to resist the obvious charms of the word and mid stream this drawing popped out. I'm never quite sure how this happens, but I tend to go with it and trust my arm knows what it is doing, while I go and make a cup of tea. Or coffee. Just so long as the arm does its stuff and is finished by the time I get back. Thus is an artwork made. Another amazing but true story!