I found a falling-apart copy of Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales, illustrated by W.Heath Robinson at a local charity shop this afternoon. Already the little pills have started running around inside its pages...
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6 comments:
If yo've drawn on the actual book pages (like the Chapman Bros) I'll never speak to you again
I like I like. Illustrated versions of H.C. Anderson books are why I got into drawing in the first place.
That and isolation.
fascinating
that switchsky pill is so fucking mysterious!
I know I know what HCA this is from, but it escapes me...walks away slowly.
That Switchsky pill is an oasis of reason and groundedness in a desert of anhedonia. Everyone needs a Switchsky pill in their lives.
Nads, yes I am doing a Chapman. The book may be worth god-knows-what, but I reckon it's being put to better use as a gutted fodder for Prozacville than sitting on a shelf gathering dust and termites.
A new lease of life and all that shite.
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