And so they finally sit down together for dinner. Her parents know that at the end of winter she would go back to her cabin in the forest. Of course they hope that she would someday return to make her permanent home in the city, to live closer to them. But deep down in their hearts they know she is doing important work out there, and that she is happy.
And this is the little girl in the forest, working hard, with the animals around her.
Visiting my parents in Indonesia is always an emotional undertaking. To help me through it, my fiancee told me this story of a little girl who lives in the forest. She paints and draws the animals, the trees, and flowers, and that is her life’s work. Every winter, she cleans her brushes, packs her easels, her paints, and her pencils, draws the shutters down, and locks the little cabin she lives in, to go visit her parents in the city.
This scene depicts her leaving the forest, suitcases in her hands as she begins her walk down to the busy, bustling city below.
the sketch and the finished version of a print I did last year for a charity art auction.
Happy to say that the first of this five limited edition print went to an 11 year old girl, as her birthday present… most rewarding moment in my career yet..
Chicken hospital! Inspired by Benvenuti who illustrated this kids book I really loved as a child:
http://books.google.com.au/books/about/101_nieuwe_dierenverhaaltjes.html?id=E1w_HQAACAAJ&redir_esc=y
Shotgun girl returns!
Found an old board, one side covered with formica (I think)—I used to rest my butchers’ paper on it and doodled. Dad made it for me. The other side is untreated plywood surface. I grabbed my oil pastels and did this quickly:
