One fish, two fish…

The fish continue. The watercolour was nowhere near as good as I hoped it would come out. I’m only posting it in the spirit of full disclosure. I’ve decided I will need to work more on this painting palaver before I broach the issue of the two watercolour canvasses I picked up at Spotlight on…

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That’s fishy

Had a bit of a fish obsession for the past couple of days. It was prompted by being asked to “visualise” negotiations. There’s a phrase negotiators apparently use which goes: “If you do x, I’ll do x” as a way of building trust. It’s an exchange that makes me think of a leap of faith. “I’ll put…

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Negotiation and dating

My class was asked to “visualise” the negotiation sequence of planning, differentiation, exploration, exchange and agreement. The rather brilliant Chris (who features in the flame-throwing goat cartoon) suggested we use dating process from deciding to date someone through to marriage as the visualisation. We thought it was a pretty brilliant idea… not sure the rest of…

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GOAT OF DEATH

Me: Hey Facebook, what should I draw? The Mandurah Mail: My office, being exploded by a bomb. My friend Chris: A firebreathing goat. Chris, here is your goat: Kate, I’m working on blowing up Mandurah. That’ll be an actual sketch so might take a while…

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Getting out of hand

The dinner table looks like this: This cache of colours has grown far more rapidly than I anticipated and seems to be mutiplying daily. The stash comes with a sharp ping of nostalgia: My beautiful mum would give me endless art-related gifts as a child, and I kind of feel like I’m buying stuff I used…

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Ghost stories

I made it the whole way through a sketch book. I don’t think that’s ever happened before – that I’ve actually used a whole one before I’ve lost/destroyed/turned it into a shopping list. Today’s electronic pic is the beautiful Jayne, a colleague. Used a 70 per cent transparent gold star for her eyes – first…

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The bee pun

I love puns. And jokes. My all time favourite is as follows: Q: What did the zero say to the eight? A: Nice belt. That little nugget resulted in my friend Spanna breaking her toe during a hiking expedition. This one was laid on me by the equally hilarious Nel Austin, who for the record is actually…

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Gettin’ my colour on.

For Christmas I was given a Papillionaire bicycle. To be honest, I do think they suit more the Manic Pixie Dream Girl types that can be most often seen in Leederville but I’m going to love my bike anyway. So I drew it, my first colour sketch so far. I used pastel texta things that were…

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How-to

Been asked a few times how I do the whole cartooning thing. It’s not hard, bit of a lark really. So I vined it, because apparently that’s what I do now. Also did my friend Carolyn, with a hat-tip to Mallory Archer.

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greylead

Over Christmas I was relegated to pencil-and-paper. Or sometimes pen-and-paper when I lost the pencil sharpener. Brief segue: I was sharpening my pencil off the side of the balcony at my sister’s house (sketch of said house left) Next door neighbour: “Haven’t seen one of those for a while.” Me: “We’re a dying breed, the pencil-sharpening people.…

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