The last of 12 main pictures (just right for carnival, isn’t it?). Actually it’s no. 11. The real last picture is the one with sleeping babies, but this scene was ready long ago. I have spent most of this month drawing babies. I have no patience to count them all, but there must be about 80 pink babies in the book. More will come (book cover, title page, and perhaps additional pages for coloring) but I don’t want to think about it now. My plan for tomorrow is to go out and dig the garden. I love this job, but the number of babies is overhelming.
Rainbow babies shine when they hug to each other, so says the poem. In the nearest future there will be babies with flashlights and babies with umbrellas. In my book everything goes wrong, evil lord Frey betrayed the young king. Too bad. But baby pictures go well, and weather is beautiful. Real spring.
This is a picture for DA friend, Rosey-Mae. This is called “art trade” she asked me to draw something for her and she will draw something I’ve chosen, in her style. The boy’s name is Fievel. He’s a character from a cartoon she is drawing. I’m not quite sure if she’s creating it herself or with a group of other young artists, but I know Fievel is an orphan trying to survive in a post-war world, ruled by army forces. My apocalyptic world is made of childhood memories. This is one of many little streets joining the main street of Zasanie quarter (where my parents used to live) and the river bank. Of course the street wasn’t ruined.