Showing posts with label Gizmo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gizmo. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 8, 2022

It's (Eventually) a Hocus Pocus Hallowe'en!!

OOPS!

I missed it this year! I had AAAALL these big plans....which went the way that big plans tend to go! So here we are, more than a week behind the celebration schedule and no Hallowe'en kitty pic...is this one of the signs of a coming Apocalypse? Ha! No - I'm just fritzy still and things take their own sweet time...

Fear not, compadres, for a picture is finally here! I had SO many options spinning in my brain but I finally decided on a particularly witchy theme, prompted by the long awaited release of a cult classic follow up movie - guess which one!

 


For this I used my watercolours - Mijello Gold and Winsor & Newton with Artistro's metallic shimmers, Faber Castell Classic Colour pencils,  Dr P H Martin's Irridescent calligraphy ink (copper plate gold), Dr P H Martin's Bombay black India ink, and Tachikawa School G Pen nib pen for line work and detail. It turns out that Leonard's actually quite comfy in a frock. Roomy, he says. 

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 I put a spell on you! Finally! 

Happy belated Hallowe'en!! - Shroo xxx

Saturday, February 26, 2022

Gusty Fluffs

 

     It's windy out!

    Looking back at the collection of kitty cartoons I'm seeing a bit of a pattern.... Every year we get the blustery, fur-ruffling windy-woos - if proof of the resulting bonkers devastation were needed then here it very much be! -

2019 -

2020 -


2021 -

2022 -


....told ya!
 

Monday, December 20, 2021

A Fond Farewell, In Full Technicolour

 


     Losing a pet is a trauma equal to, sometimes greater than losing a human from your life's circle. People without pets will never comprehend the loss. We grieve more, I think, for animals because our relationships with them are so uncomplicated, so simple. Humans are so complex and we have to come to terms with so many negative emotions - anger, resentment, guilt, bitterness... None of those things are present when an animal dies, just the pain of the void that they leave in our lives - their unconditional love, loyalty, trust, comfort and the joy they bring. 

    To pay tribute is almost an impossible thing as nothing really seems fitting or equal to the task. The only way I know how to express my love and loss is through my art, and, in some way through my words. In drawing a picture to represent Gizmo's journey from this world to his eternal realm, I wanted to reflect the joy that he brought to all of us. Inside, I crumpled and felt only the pain of loss as I have before with other feline companions, but Gizmo was strong - they all have been - and deserved something equal to the value he held for myself and especially for my Husband, for whom he has been a constant friend these past eighteen years.

    This is a happy picture, although painful to draw and paint. There are aspects which reflect the sadness.... The two sisters, Missy and Sapphira comfort each other as their older brother leaves them behind, although the road to his happy hunting ground is closer for them than for their younger adopted brother, Leonard. He sits close by, a little on his own, bidding farewell to Gizmo whilst waving to Harvey, his brother and best friend, lost to us in 2019 who I know he misses dreadfully. They are all sat down, firmly rooted in our world, as he floats towards his ginger furred litter brother, and Harvey, the latecomer to the family, the other grumpy old man, he and Gizmo studiously ignoring each other even when curled up on the same small cushion...

    But Gizmo is pictured still close to his earthly family, still almost within our reach. He filled our lives every day - we are still seeing him in everything we do, hearing his demanding meows, feeling where his furry, purry body would snuggle. We hold on to him just for a while... Ahead of him he has candy floss clouds that catch the love we send, an endless supply of heavenly sausages and even Harvey is willing to share one of his snuggly wubbies with his curmudgeonly compatriot. Sadness, loss and joy, expressed in a way which, at a future date, even my husband may be able to enjoy. 

     For now, it stays inside a folder with other emotive pieces. The record is made, the catharsis has been processed, and the colour and joy that Gizmo gave us will be held as a record never to be forgotten.

Friday, December 17, 2021

A Hero's Passing

 

 

Gizmo Aloysius Graymalkin Wilkins. Hero, champion, leader, companion, friend. A sporter of impressive trendsettng pantaloons and fashionable crazy whiskers. Scourge of rodentkind and fearless warrior. "Sossoge" aficionado and quiche devourer...bumsmells innovator and soft cuddler. 

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    Tonight, Gizmo -the champion of our hearts - has left us to cross the Valhalla rainbow bridge. His once proud and virile little body could no longer house the mighty spirit that resided within and it was time to grow wings and fly to the hall where all eternal mighty heroes reside in glory, feasting on tales of their astounding achievements, triumphs in battle...and "sossog" quiche.
 

 

     He was stalwart - walking beside his Father and best friend, matching him stride for stride, ready to celebrate the wonder of life and to offer solace when the challenge was too great. He never flinched, never failed, never waivered. Through to those last few moments, he remained, within, the Gizmo of his youth and left us with his mighty paws curled protectively around the arm of his dearest human - my Husband, Glynn. 
 
     The void left by the softness of his fur, the steady gaze of his eyes and the expressive meows and purrs is filled with the immeasurable love and joyous memories that can only come with eighteen years of constancy, the gift that was his lifetime. 
 
     Gizmo Aloycius Graymalkin Wilkins. He may have left for his new horizons, but everything that he was - everything that truly matters - will stay with us forever. There is no following this act - he remains the leading cat in the performance that is our life. We will cherish every second of him and one day join him at his table and voyage with him beyond the stars into eternity.
 
     Until the curtain rises on the next act, goodbye Old Man. I love you.

Sunday, December 12, 2021

To Boldly Go....

    Gizmo decides to celebrate Bill Shatner's voyage into space with a journey of his own. After all, there's something to be said for trying to emulate your heroes.  
 
    Unfortunately Gizmo neglected to consider the negative side of confinement in the same sealed environment as his own particularly juicy and expressive trousers....
 

 

Tricksy Treaters

    The kids went trick-or-treating this year. They were allowed to choose their own costumes, which is always a risk, but I think they did quite well - although I'm not sure where Gizmo was going with his selection... The last thing that old boy needed was a spectacularly voluminous set of flamboyant trousers....even his companion, the ubiquitous rubber chicken - eternal deflated champion of "humour" - was endeavouring desperate escape from the windy well of despair...the gaudy pantaloons of doom... 

    ...And NOTHING good was ever going to come of Leonard's balloon obsession.


     Missy's recollections of the whole event are fuzzy at best, thanks to her "special" home brew and Sapphira loved her little devil onesie so much she had to be forcibly peeled out of it three weeks later... 

    They managed to menace six catnip toys, a packet of jammy dodgers, three socks and an extremely worried hamster. 

    Not a bad haul considering....


 

Saturday, December 11, 2021

Medication...That's What Ya Need...

    Tablets, injections, syringes, sprays, gels, oitments, more tablets....this house is like a largely disfunctional emergency department. Aside from Missy and her 'breaking bad' sideline, medications are NOT a welcome part of our daily activity. 

    The only one of the feline four who's happy to imbibe is the only one who has no current official medical requirement, even though she 'falls over' regularly in front of Daddy on the garden path...."Oh, look, Dad! I did fell over an' evryfin'! Oh no - now I duz needz sum medsin an' tablits an' shit. 'Elp it down wiv a sambuca an' a kebab Dad. Love ya Dad. Oh! I did fell over agen!Oh no!......"

 


 

Thursday, December 9, 2021

Daddy's Little Helpers

    When Daddy had to take a little time off work when he was injured, the kids pulled together to figure out how they could help..... Gizmo turned his paws to baking - mainly sausage-based dishes. Oddly the pies are always hollow when they're served...and a bit sucked.
 
     Sapphira and Leonard offered their dusting skills....an irony, given that Sapphira is a whirlwind of muck and Leonard's capacity to muster filth from any environment is famed worldwide. The spiders were an issue for Leonard, who sees them as small evil eight-legged alien 'shrooz', however they provided wriggling snacks for his miniature psychotic sister. 
 
     Missy had her own plans, falling back on her 'shady trading' to cover food bills...The medicine box was raided - AGAIN - and the neighbourhood filled with spaced-out hedgehogs and tripping badgers, the result of a couple of lines of the good shit (max strength Lemsip cut with hayfever meds). We've not seen a penny from her dodgy deals, mind you - she rolls in stinking of tequila, nicotine and pungent herbals, dodging the fuzz like a proper shady crim. (Also, she's saving for a summer in Magaluf so .....yeah...)
 
    Gizmo just likes pies. It's that kind of life...

 


Tuesday, December 7, 2021

A Little Sprout

Back to begin again with a Gizmo classic...

    Old man Gizmo seems to have half of the garden buried in his geriatric fluff, no matter how much brushing and combing is perpetrated upon his rickety person. I think he's managed to become one with the universe by becoming his own doddery eco system.... One thing is certain - he'll not run out of bio fuel (/toxic waste - point of view depending....)
 
Another lunch tin doodle for hubby.
 

 

Tuesday, February 2, 2021

The Ongoing Immortalisation of Mr. Gizmo

 

 

 

    It's been a funny old start to the year. I don't think any of us could have envisioned a year ago life as it is now and the series of historical world events that have marked our lives indelibly. 

    It seems that each day brings a further descent into chaos, fear and confusion, and no end is in sight - a daily viewing of the news has to be faced with a mixture of anxiety, fortitude, dread and a sinking sense of inevitability. In the midst of all of this chaos it's more important than ever to find an anchor for a sense of security in this ever howling storm. Amidst the darkness and the turbulence there has to be a calm place - somewhere small to light a candle and sit warm and safe within its reassuring glow. 

    My inspiration to make art has been, I admit, somewhat diminished since the start of the new year. I haven't made an art journal entry in ....well over a year. Has it been a year? Crap....yes...a year! That always used to be my 'go to' and I have realised that I really miss it. Not the big complicated arty farty pages, just the silly simple stuff that's just for the fun of it. I have limited mobility at the moment, so using the studio space with all the access to wondrous media is a bit of a non-starter....I have taken over space in the living room that I can use, relatively pain free, but with limited stuff-storing potential! Because of the whole space restriction thing, I've shuffled back to embroidery and I have to admit, I think it's saving my sanity! All those colours there at my fingertips ...and such a mellow process. 

    Of course, I need a subject. There's soooo much to choose from. Sooooo much.... soooooooooooo much...... But then, there's really only one subject of note that seems to take over so much of my inspiration zone: Gizmo! 

    Yes - the highly vocal old man of whiskers is becoming immortalised in a growing number of ways. I've decided that I am obviously being given a universal hint, so I'm going to run with it and create "The Nine Immortalisations of Gizmo!" So far, he's been cartooned:


....he's been inked in a fine art tribute to his Heathcliff windswept magnificence:

And now, in accordance with the directions from my self-calming muse, he has been immortalised in embroidery thread, at home amidst the winter garden foliage:


   




    He's nestled inside a 5" embroidery hoop and completed mostly in satin stitch. Gold thread picks out his glorious if craaaaazy whiskers and his permanently surprised eyebrows. His distinguished greying facial fur and manly chest fluff as well as his developing 'silver fox' moustache and beard are worn proudly as his cheery and hopeful little face looks towards the possibility of tickles, cuddles, chesty rubs and, of course, sausages. 

    (For the eagle eyed amongst you, you may notice that, in spite of a good roll with a lint brush, Leonard has found his way into the frame by means of a couple of strategic wafty Leonard fluff hairs of the very kind and variety that always seem to be present on toast, in tea and, inexplicably, in fresh, FACTORY SEALED tubs of yoghurt and tins of baked beans. Leonard is taking over, one hair at a time!)

    It's just a little project from me for my Husband who loves Gizmo so much, and whom I love beyond all bounds. It's an exceptionally tardy Yule gift! I know it's not perfect as I'm still feeling my way a little, but it was such immense fun to do and it kept me from going completely bonkers as the daily news reports burrowed through my brain like the voraciously destructive sand worms of Dune!

    Now I am inspired; back on track. I have work to do and commissions to complete, and I am back to enjoying the process and looking forward to the year ahead. I think that, when everything is overwhelming and the path forward seems unclear, the thing to do is just to take that first step.... You can do it in platform shoes, comfy slippers or wellington boots - it doesn't matter: it's the action that counts. 

    As for Mr. Gizmo Fo'Shizmo Fizzy Whizzy Doo-dah, his next immortalisation is brewing... Watch this space!


Saturday, December 26, 2020

Festive Fun and Frolics - Merry Christmas! xxx

 It's that festive time again - and I'm late with a Christmas post! *tsk!* Even with everything closed in a pandemic, with no guests or visitors or events to attend it would appear that I am STILL not organised at all! 


    The end of the year brought a flurry of activity, commissions and orders, which was a little unexpected and entirely fabulous. Commissions CAN be a nightmare, but experience has made me picky and I choose the clients I know I can enjoy working with. It's been a sheer delight to meet some completely gorgeous people and to know that my work adorns their walls (and in some cases, themselves!) and makes them happy. I can't tell you the joy that brings me! 

    I've not had a chance to work on my usual Christmas as Yule pieces, with the exception of my "Spirit of Hope" Yule exhibition piece, and I never share commission work without permission, so the offering I have for you to celebrate the season is a series of little illustrations I made for my Husband's Christmas cards from the cats, Father Christmas and, oh yes - me! I am hoping, in the months ahead, to make this blog a lot more interactive, with more tutorials, product information, work processes and the like, similar to my old blog site. For now, though, I offer you my kitties in Christmas mode which I hope very much that you will enjoy. 

    Much love to all this festive season. May light and love follow all of you this coming year. Stay safe and well - Shroo xxx








Wednesday, November 11, 2020

In Remembrance

 We will never forget those who have bravely fought and fallen, that we may thrive and grow. 

We will remember them.


 

Saturday, October 31, 2020

Happy Hallowe'en 2020!!

 Scary times and frightening goings on...so add to the freak party with this year's Hallowe'en illustration of our favourite monsters - The Leonard Monster, Count Gizmo, Doctor Sapphira and Missy the Bride of Tequila!

....and a reminder of our troupe in Dia De Los Muertos costume....

May the spookiness entertain you and may the year ahead be better than the last! xxxx



Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Happy Black Cat Appreciation Day!

Happy Black Cat Appreciation Day 2020



Our lucky black cats - no matter what level of buggerlugs they choose to be, our lives are richer for having them as our crazy companions/overlords! Love from Shroo, Mr Shroo and (left to right) Missy, Gizmo, Sapphira and Harvey xxxxx

Thursday, October 22, 2020

Autumn Tales From The Lunch Tin

More "Tales from the Lunch Tin"!

It's that time again... The passing of Autumn is recorded in the antics of our feline family. Their adventures are seemingly neverending and are constantly entertaining to me and Hubby, whose lunch tin contains one of these updates every day. Here are some of the latest daily chapters...
 
 
    The children have new beds! In fact, they have a whole newly furnished annex to stay safe and warm in at night. Snuggly igloos, warm plushy cushions and even a little kitty duplex fill what was a barren utility space, transforming a stark spot into a comfy, toasty haven for the babies to enjoy, during rainy days or chilly nights. They've each chosen their favourites, apart from Leonard, who can't be trusted there at all. From the great beyond, the distant harp music and tinkling bells accompany a heavenly Harvey's Noel Coward tones - "Marvelous wubbies! Must have ALL the lovely wubby snugglies! Fabulous, dear boy, fabulous!" The Colonel approves. 
 

    Autumn chases rats with the falling leaves as they skitter into the garden to steal scraps from the chicken coop and the hutches. To Leonard, this is a positive Black Friday event - a veritable bargain hunt of rodenty goodness! He's focussed, determined and gleefully lethal... It's a massacre!
 
 
    The big sycamore in the garden has held on to its leaves like a spoiled child gripping a lollipop, but gravity and the season's weather finally ripped the curling leaves from the branches, sending them hurtling to the ground like a drunk on a dancefloor. It came as something of a surprise to Gizmo, not the quickest on his paws, and as a treat to Sapphira who lost all reason in her pursuit of airborne combatants. Sapphira went nuts. Gizmo composted. 
 
 
Gizmo has ways of clearing a room so that he can have the comfiest seat.
#bumsmells 
 
 
 
    Leonard takes one look at the weather and refuses to move, a furry stealth emo.
Everyone embraces their inner couch potato on occasion, but Leonard is the Messiah of all soft-furnishing-based root vegetables. He is the expert. He is the One - the Neo of slovenliness.... ninja skill invisibility...until he snores, farts and wakes to furtively consume his own body weight in nippity-biscuits.
 

    Gizmo is not a rain lover. While the miniature maniac and the idiot play in the puddles and the big, splooshy raindrops, Gizmo is very much aware that, basically. he just gets wet. He is prepared to tolerate this state of affairs only because he is ALSO aware that looking like a drowned rat will guarantee being wrapped in a warm, fluffy towel, cuddled, brushed and fed his favourite treats. He will sacrifice dignity for luxury at the drop of a hat.

    As Gizmo staggers unsteadily out of the kitty house with pasted fur, looking like a bomb blast survivor with alarmingly moist shell shock, it's clear that his sister's assault upon his person has had significant and devastating effects.
    While Gizmo recouperates, Sapphira, undeterred, employs her overactive saliva glands in her own ear-to-bumhole 'Andromeda Strain' style cleansing ritual until her big brother returns for more feline waterboarding.
    As a cat hairstylist, she makes up in enthusiasm what she lacks in restraint.
 

 
Gizmo's entrepreneurialism knows no bounds.
Fed up with 'singing' for his supper - during what appears to be a distressing national sausage shortage - he has discovered a potential solution to his dilemma...
Whilst wandering around the fields and farms he happened upon a couple of lage wild sausage plants, which are well rooted and prospering in an undisclosed location. Gizmo will now impatiently await the harvest, although to his surprise these sausage plants are surprisingly active and may put up a bit of a fight making collecting sausages a lot tougher that he originally planned....
 

    Gizmo has finally discovered how to harness the mighty power of the sun itself - in the form of a hot water bottle with snuggly cover, pre-approved by his Heavenly brother-from-another-mother, Harvey.
 

   
Mummy is working a piece for an exhibition. This time it's a textile work which means that copious amounts of embroidery thread dance seductively before the captivated eyes of Leonard Shrewsbane. Upon being given his own piece, Leonard embarks on an emotional thrill ride of blissful, overexcited insanity which results in a shredded footstool cover... along with an equally shredded foot.
 

 
   Sapphira is in her element now - finally - in her role of mercenary protector of the Shrewsbane's space. Tense as a piano wire garrote, she paces like a rabid wolverine on speed, awaiting directives from the slovenly teenager moping and wallowing in his pit of mysterious smells behind closed doors.
Approach at your peril!
....They will never find your body......
 

    
Gizmo's continuing impatience at food time and his almost constant cravings have driven him to take up the questionable hobby of wizardry. Taking a somewhat classic approach - somewhere between Paul Daniels and Tommy Cooper - he works earnestly towards his ultimate goal - turning shrews into sausages...
 
    That's all for now from the crazy cats - more will be here as soon as Husband has more lunch hours! Thanks for stopping by - don't forget to leave a comment and say 'hello!' See you soon xxxx
 
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Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Welcoming Autumn With Cats

 It's Autumn. My favourite time of year. The colours of the leaves are yet to fully turn, but the light is different, and the air has bite.

    As is now tradition, I have been marking the passage of time and the changing of the seasons with the cat cartoons that sneak their way daily into my Husband's lunch tin before he sets off for work. I thought this would be as good a time as any to share some of the latest little offerings with you. Here we go:

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    It seems that no matter where we hide the treats, the fur bandits manage to ferret them out, commiting nefarious acts of daring do that would put Cirque Du Soleil to shame. We're not sure who the ring leader is, but Missy is noticeable by her absence in spite of being seen carrying purloined evidence....Hmmmmm.....

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    Late summer brought the annual moth invasion, drawn to the electric lights like...well.....moths. Err. Yes -their crazy, flapping air raves gave rise to the suspicion that Missy has been selling tickets for access to the light show and we can only imagine what the party girl and her clientele get up to when the night draws in, the bulbs flicker on and the sound of Ibiza-style nightclub vibes spread over the surrounding fields...

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    We're early risers, up at 4:30 am. The cats are fed before anything else - even coffee - and they're fed well! Not that you'd think so, given that by 9:30 Gizmo and Sapphira are to be found like waifs on the garden doortep releasing their inner hobbits to demand second breakfast. Then it's a practise of the pathetic faces in the hopes of a winning elevenses performance, brunch and then on to a midday banquet. Shameful...

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    September brought Husband's birthday which THIS year was a joint celebration with Leonard, as we've recently discovered that his first visit to me at my old home as a 'gentleman of the road' was on Husband's birthday date! He's such a daddy's boy now that we figure that his arrival was meant to be. WHICH is EXACTLY how Leonard feels about birthday cake. 


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    Yes. I forgot to put a spoon in Husband's lunch box, so pudding was woefully uneaten. For shame..... Gizmo helped me to apologise appropriately. 


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    ...Leonard is disgusting. 


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    As colder, wetter, more Autumnal weather made an appearance, Husband and I decided to embark on a refurbishment programme which would ensure that they would all be comfortable and warm throughout the winter months ahead. Missy - party girl and dweller of the outside shed - was a ball of furry disgruntled wriggles and claws when I dared to pick the Gorgeous One up and carry her to the new cat zone.... Growls, claws, hissy fits UNTIL her paws touched the soft plush of the new beds... Oh. Well. Yes. The ensuing display of hedonistic delight was nothing short of disgraceful. Needless to say she spends at least some time - when the bars are closed - in the lap of luxury. Tart.

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    Leonard loves his Dad so much. Like.....SOOOO much! He likes to celebrate every time Daddy returns from work with a little Leonard dance and a gift of the mutilated corpse of some erstwhile rodent garden inhabitant.


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    The recent power cut was a bad one. The electric cable outside the house had melted through a gas main and ALL the juice to the neighbourhood was well and truly switched off for hours and hours until the magic pixies fixed it. A lot of food had to be disposed of or quickly cooked when the kitchen was up and running again, including a veritable ton of mini sausage rolls. NEVER LEAVE MINI SAUSAGE ROLLS TO COOL ON A KITCHEN COUNTER WHEN YOU HAVE CATS AND THE DOOR IS OPEN!!!!! Leonard got there first. Gizmo is still recovering from the loss.....


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