Klara's large mother doll, she made, was on the couch next to Klara.
Klara's foot, Glen and Liz
Everyone who knows me knows I love cats. When my cat, Chloe lays on my lap she more accurately, SPAWLS. That is a sign of trust. I just admire the beauty and grace of cats, and they have always been my companions, affectionate and uncritical, unless I am late with their food!
Oh, where was I before I rudely interrupted myself? So, I drew Chloe, who was sitting nearby and thought why not include the TV, which was actually in the other direction? Mind you, that TV looks a little like a window, which I suppose it is, metaphorically. Then, rather than try to draw what was flashing by on the screen I transposed a couple of characters from my last train sketches. (That man was loud and was what we once would have called a 'cretin' or 'moron' - I forget the distinction - but I suppose that would not be nice because he was harmless).
The peasant hitchhiker, after escaping his cruel Lady Susan of the medieval manor and being erased from The Domesday Book by the knight, Sir Anthony, is projected into modern times and seeks a place to belong. The story continues...
This is something different and experimental - illustration of my wargames. These are from my recent game where my imagi-nation of Beerstein fought a battle against Necrolia or the Undead.