Monday, June 18, 2007

THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS by Kenneth Grahame


The River Bank
Chapter 1
9X12 Pen & Ink on Bristol

Saturday, June 16, 2007

THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS by Kenneth Grahame



Chapter I
THE RIVER BANK
(Pen & Ink Bristol, PS)
9X12


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and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang-spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house with out even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gravelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, 'Up we go! Up we go!' till at last, pop! hiss snout came into the sunlight, and he found him self rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow.

'This if fine!' he said to himself. 'This is better than whitewashing!' The sun shine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout. Jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring with out its cleaning, he pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side.

Friday, June 15, 2007

THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS by Kenneth Grahame




Chapter I
THE RIVER BANK
(PEN & INK on Bristol, PS)
9X12


THE Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of white wash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his bush on the floor, said 'Bother!'