You know, it is no exaggeration to say that children’s art turns me into a rippling, coruscating lump of pure joy. (OK, I suppose it might be a slight exaggeration.) Here’s a drawing by the Oyster, which I’ve embroidered on calico with cotton threads.

Isn’t it marvellous? (I can say that, right, because [...]]]>

You know, it is no exaggeration to say that children’s art turns me into a rippling, coruscating lump of pure joy. (OK, I suppose it might be a slight exaggeration.) Here’s a drawing by the Oyster, which I’ve embroidered on calico with cotton threads.

Isn’t it marvellous? (I can say that, right, because it’s not really by me.) I’ve followed each line as faithfully as possible, and since the original is monochrome I’ve added colours in consultation with the artist.

I just love the sureness of it – the curls of smoke, the jaunty tail, the wing bones. He dashed it off in about a minute, all gleeful and rampant. Glorious.

I’m working on some more. They’ll make good Christmas presents for the rellies.