AHOY! I've recently packed the bags of my overly active and nonsensical imagination and sent it out on a new journey; I've started a children's book collaboration with my friend
P H I L H A R D Y , who has an equally imaginative mind and flare for nonsense. Perfect collaboration? I say yes.
I'm posting a few sketches and blurbs from the story, but heads up:
i f y o u s t e a l a n y o f t h e s e i d e a s i s w e a r i w i l l f i n dy o u, w r a p y o u u p i n c a n v a s, a n d s e n d y o u w h e r ea l l a r t t h i e v e s g o t o m o u r n t h e i r b a d d e c i s i o n s a n d l a m e n t t h e i r i n a b i l i t y t o c r e a t e o r i g i n a l w o r kJust a warning. I'm sure you're cool. But, if you needed something to discourage a bad decision, there you go.
The gist of the story, essentially, is about a small town's mysterious folk, and it's full of the nonsensical riddles that make eyes shiny and bright. Here's a peek! All images courtesy of Phil.
"although he was so well liked, no one really knew much about Mr. Hufferpoof or where he came from. His clothing was exotic: colorful, beaded, curled at all angles and full of buttons that weren't needed...he floated into their tiny town one day and just never left. What everyone did know, however, was that he could sometimes be seen floating in the air, suspended by only his suspenders. No one really questioned this, because suspenders, purely by definition, are supposed to suspend something anyway; what's wrong with them suspending him?"
"When Hufferpoof saw Florence, the town's seamstress & cobbler, his eyes lit up, his mustache got an extra curl on the left side, and not only did one of his pockets fall off RIGHT THEN, but his horse also complained that its shoes were too tight. AH! It must have been the universe intervening! Florence said she could fix these problems-no problem!-for only the cost of 8 dabblers and a dash of lingering (the tiny town's local currency). Mr. Hufferpoof's mustache suddenly drooped on the right side. He was fresh out of dabblers AND lingerings, as he had just purchased a new set of elbows (which don't come cheap, you see). Then, his hat spun around and an idea flashed in his mind."
"They stepped into the curious ride, and with a loud VABOOSH! that rattled the shingles of all the neighborhood's roofs, they flew into the air. They went above the scattered shingles, now bickering and arranging themselves back in proper order, above the chimneys of the highest post offices, farther than the tree tops, and level with the birds."
It's going to be good. I already worry that I've given too much away, but I also know I left the best parts out. Stay tuned! There's an exciting future for this collaboration; many stories ahead.
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