Hello!
How are ya’?
Me? Oh, I am just tip-top, thanks fer’ askin’!
Here are some more recent flyers!
Toodles!
Nulsh is comin’ to get ya’!
Tibby Finds a Blue Head
Alongside the main road runs a ditch.
It was in this ditch that Tibby found the head.
She was on one of her usual daydream meanders from the house to town when something caught her eye.
Gingerly she approached the ditch, and there was the head. It was blue, completely bald, with two jet black circular eyes – it looked a lot like a picture she had seen of a gorilla.
“Hey.” Said the head.
“Hey yourself.” Countered Tibby. Doing her darndest not to look startled. Uncle Dunse always said ‘hey yourself’, she liked saying it too.
“What are you doing in the ditch?”
Although the black eyes were devoid of emotion a big toothy grin spread across the blue face.
“I am not entirely sure young lady. Memory is somewhat fuzzy. My name is Claude DeCapo, my friends call me Cappy.”
The smile remained, unwavering.
“Oh, my name? I am Letibba Collette Vanchez. EVERYONE calls me Tibby.”
“Well Tibby, it is my utter pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Tibby smiled.
“Me too Mr. DeCapo.”
“Got any smokes?”
“No, I certainly do not. I am nine.”
Claude CeCapo’s smile shortened a tad.
“I didn’t think so Tibby. So as you can see I am somewhat incapacitated, how would you be fixed to help me get to a phone so I can get me a body?”
“I hope you aren’t too heavy Mr DeCapo.”
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What a sight they made together.
Tibby with her hazelnut skin (and pink hair bows) carrying the blue head of Claude DeCapo along the dirt road. She held him facing forward in front of her, with her arms either side of his head, hands under his chin.
Stumbling along, they cast the strangest of shadows in the morning sun.
“How you holding up there Tibby?!”
“I am OK Mr DeCapo, but I might need to put you down again soon.” Tibby puffed.
“You take your time child, I sure do appreciate your assistance. I hope I am not keeping you from some pressing business.”
Libby blew a curl up from off her eyes.
“Today, I wanted to buy me a new notebook from Mr Martin’s General Store, but my Aunt Maggie wouldn’t give me a silver penny.”
“She says that I go through too many notebooks and that she isn’t made out of money. I know she isn’t made out of money, I don’t know why she has to tell me that all the time.”
Libby stopped. She placed Mr DeCapo down on the road, brushed down her dungarees and wandered around in front of him.
“So I guess I was just gonna go stare at the notebooks and pencils.”
DeCapo had no eyebrows to speak of, but the skin above his pebble like eyes rose somewhat, and he declared:
“Well, when I gets me a body with a suit, and hopefully a wallet, I’ll reward you with 5 silver pennies girl. How does that sound?”
“That sounds just fine to me Mr DeCapo! I could get some new paints with that!” She beamed.
“Are we far from your uncle’s garage Tibby?”
“Not far now Mr DeCapo, just over this next hill.”
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Uncle Dunse was working on the engine of a bright yellow sports car when Tibby and DeCapo came into his garage forecourt.
“What have we here?!” He boomed.
Dunse was a big broad man with the same hazelnut skin as Tibby. He had the most amazing handlebar moustache, a shiny bald head, and was usually covered in oil or grease.
He gently placed down the spanner he was using and rubbed his hands on his filthy overalls.
Dunse’s assistants, Mort and Jenny, took notice of the arrival and joined their boss.
Poor Tibby was on her last shaky legs.
“Uncle Dunse! Uncle Dunse!” She bellowed.
She wobbled up to her uncle and placed DeCapo down in front of the small group.
Slightly frazzled, she looked her uncle in the eye and said:
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself.” He countered.
Tibby grinned.
“Who do we have here Tibby?”
“Allow me to introduce myself Mr Dunse. I am Claude DeCapo, my friends call me Cappy. Your niece, who I may add is an absolute angel, was kind enough to bring me here in the hope of using a phone?”
Dunse reached inside his overalls and fetched a rolled cigarette from his tin. Never once averting his gaze from DeCapo. He lit it, took a long puff and exhaled.
A moment of silence.
“Dunse ain’t my surname Mr DeCapo. Mort, if you would be kind enough to take Mr DeCapo to the office phone and assist him with his call. We can talk more when he is done.”
Mort was an older man with leathery dark red skin and a shock of pure white hair sticking straight out of his head. He produced a rag from his overall pocket and gave his hands a good wipe. With a small chuckle he picked up DeCapo and makes to take him to the office.
Dunse stops Mort with a big hand on the arm. He looks at DeCapo.
“You want a smoke Mr DeCapo?”
“Sir, you are a life saver!” Declared DeCapo.
Dunse places the cigarette in DeCapo’s mouth and Mort continues to take the happily puffing head to the phone.
Jenny watches the proceedings, and a big grin reveals her front golden teeth. She runs her oily hands across her cropped hair and shakes her head laughing as she returns to cleaning sparkplugs.
Dunse and Tibby watch her momentarily before looking at each other.
“Well young lady? Lay it on me!”
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The long shadows of the afternoon filled the garage forecourt.
Uncle Dunse and Tibby sat at a rickety table & bench set-up outside the garage office. On the table sat Claude DeCapo’s head. They were all drinking lemonade.
Dunse watched DeCapo take a long sip via a striped straw.
“Where does it go?” He asked.
DeCapo made a big gulp, and replied: “I have absolutely no idea!”
They all laughed.
“Well would ya’ look at that!” Mort shouted across the forecourt, pointing to the road that turns off the main road to the garage.
Strutting up the road was a headless body (legs and all), in a splendid mustard checked suit. A bright baby blue shirt and a red polka dot bow tie. Thin-limbed with leather driving gloves!
Claude DeCapo beamed with delight.
“Bless those chaps back at Control! As good as their word every time!”
The splendidly suited body headed straight for DeCapo. Dunse grabbed Tibby’s hand and took a few cautious steps back.
Without breaking stride, the body grabbed DeCapo’s head and spun it up in the air. It sat upright above the collar.
“Allez up!” Bellowed DeCapo.
He proceeded to do a little swanky shuffle, span around and clapped ‘his’ gloved hands.
“Excellent! Excellent! Just excellent!” He concluded.
Tibby strained to get a good look, but she could clearly see that DeCapo’s head was suspended an inch above the empty shirt collar. She could not stop grinning.
“Well, there’s sumthin’ ya’ don’t see every day!” Mort laughed. He and Jenny had joined the group, keeping their distance.
DeCapo looked around the gathered faces: “Well young lady, I believe we had an arrangement.”
He reached inside suit jacket and produced a brown leather wallet. He opened it and popped open the coin pouch on the inside. He emptied the contents into his other hand.
Five silver pennies.
He placed them in small stack on the table.
“As we agreed Tibby. You have done me the biggest of favours. This is a small token of my appreciation.”
He turns his gaze to Dunse and pulled a currency note from the allocated compartment in the wallet.
“And this sir, is for you. My recognition of the hospitality of this fine establishment.”
Dunse accepted the note and gave it a good look.
“Been a while since I seen a hundred Mr. DeCapo.” He stated.
“Worth every penny.” Grinned DeCapo.
Dunse turns to Jenny and Mort: “You two get cleaned up and get yer’ coats. We will be closing shortly. This here will buy us a cold beer or two down at Flannery’s. I’ll drop Tibby back home on the way.”
Jenny and Mort promptly set bout finishing up.
The sun was low now and dusk loomed.
Dunce turned to DeCapo: “And you Cluade DeCapo? Where can I drop you?”
“There is no need sir. I am looking forward to a long stroll to Apenden Station, which I do believe is five miles south of here. I will trouble you no more.”
“You know these parts then?”
“I know most every part Mr. Dunce.”
“I do not doubt that for a second Mr. DeCapo. I can confidently state I have never met anyone quite like you.”
The two stared at each other in silence for a short spell, and abruptly DeCapo hunkered down with gloved hands on knees to address Tibby: “Letibba Collette Vanchez. I am forever in your debt. It was my pleasure to meet you and your fine uncle this day. I must be off now, but I sincerely hope we can talk again soon.”
Tibby, still grinning, looks into the pebble eyes of DeCapo: “Mr. DeCapo, the pleasure was all mine! Tomorrow, when Mr. Martin’s General Store opens, I will buy new notebooks and paints. I will write down everything that happened today and draw pictures. I sincerely hope you do not lose your body and end up in a ditch again.”
Claude Decapo guffawed! He stood up straight and reached inside his jacket once more. This time producing a silver cigarette case and matching lighter.
He pulled out a bright white cigarette (with no filter) and lit it up.
Orange light reflected of his black shiny eyes.
A plume of white smoke rose above his head as he took an obviously enjoyable puff.
With a small nod of his head, he boomed: “I bid you good evening fine people. May good fortune warm your face always.” He turned his gaze to Jenny and Mort and gave a courteous wave.
Jenny and Mort both vigorously waved back, grinning like loons.
DeCapo spun around on his heels and strutted down towards the main road.
Tibby and Dunse watched quietly as he disappeared around the bend.
Dunse slid the hundred note into his shirt pocket.
“I don’t know where we even begin to tell yer’ Auntie about this Tibby.”
Tibby just smiled and scooped up the silver coins from the table.
Colin the Fishless Fish in ‘Nautical Thoughts’
This is a wee ditty I drew for my mate David in London yesterday. Colin is a character his wife and he concocted during their day-to-day banter. Love this stuff!
I like to think he is thinking nautical thoughts.
I’ve got the stylus it takes!
Hey there!
Hope yer’ well!
Mine is a tale of woe!
Stylus woe!
I may be exaggerating about the woe bit.
My current stylus is wearing down. I’ve had it three years, so no biggy. But I have had no luck sourcing replacement tips. And got a bit pissed that I’d have to buy a completely new stylus.
So in a wee fit of disgruntled-ness I bought a really cheap stylus (with three extra tips! Yass!). I didn’t expect much, but thought I could possibly even use the tips?
The stylus was not great. Compared to my main stylus the pressure sensitivity was poor (feast or famine!), and there seemed to be almost no tilt variance. But the line is precise, definite, and BOLD!
So I have been drawing with it all week. All the drawings here were done with it.
I still am not too happy with the linework, but I feel that way about all digital drawing, but it has been great fun to play with all the nuance and un-subtlety!
Gonna keep using it. Probably get another new stylus too, Just in case!
FYI my missus despairs at my fixation with drawing implements.
UNBELIEVER!!!
Take care amigos, speak soon.
Nulsh
Here’s lookin’ at ya’!
As promised here are some more recent flyers…
…actually surprised how colourful that one in the middle is! I tend to keep colours to a minimum, must have eaten something funny (like paint?) that week!
And I normally have loads of teeth! What was I on that week!
Heh heh!
Laters amigo!
Nulsh
Fly my pretties! Fly!
Greetings mi amigo!
Hope you are all well.
Each week I I try to do a ‘flyer‘ to attract attention to this here blog. And I have grown to really enjoy doing them. Generally I will grab three excerpts selected from the drawings I have done in a given week.
Then it dawned on me I don’t post those flyers here. Time to remedy that amigos. Here are a selection of recent flyers…
So these are set up 600×600 so they are easy to post on Instagram – can sometimes look a bit iffy on Twitter, but you can click into see the whole image on Twitter. No such option on Instagram. I can’t be arsed creating two separate flyers, which I did initially, so I go with this square format.
I quite like them! I’ll post more shortly, I had a clear out recently and binned loads of JPGs.
See you next week for more riveting Nulshy shenanigans!
Nulsh
Accepting the warmth.
Hey! How ya’ doin’?
This week I had to do a whole bunch of digital work (using Clip Studio Paint). As I use drawing software often I am used to them, I especially like Clip Studio Paint.
But I generally feel there is a degree of compromise on the line work – can’t seem to be consistently happy with the digital lines.
But this week I had a bit of a break through. I had a bunch of quick drawings to do (after a LICAF Workshop by the amazing Steven Appleby) and didn’t really think too much about achieving the spontaneous simple lines I crave. On looking at the results I was quite pleased.
So I had a wee splurge of warm up drawings and I am definitely in the happier camper camp now.
The difference here seems more about my attitude than my technique. Blimey!
I still need to get a pen nib I am happier with too. Been thinking about customising them, but that goes against my ethos of “making the most of what is available”!
We shall see.
Bye fer’ now amigos!
Nulsh
“Lasterday I was been bad.”
Hellooooooo!
Huge apologies for the lack of posts recently.
I have loads of stuff I am dying to show ya’!
Patience my pretties, patience.
I am still posting drawings (like the sketchbook doodle “Mother Nature’s Little Helper” above) regularly on Twitter and Instagram – both are @nulsh.
I’ll get more up here shortly!
Keep strong amigos!
Nulsh
(“Lasterday I was been bad” was an album by the band Happy Flowers – I always liked that title!)
All quiet on the Nulshy front!
Hello folks! Apologies for the lack of posts recently!
I’ve been flat out out and most of what I am working on I cannot post as yet.
Above is a drawing book page – displaying my peculiar aversion to perforated notebook pages! I hates them I does!
And below is a wee warm up doodle I did this morning as I tried to get my son out of his bead and off to work! Stress!!!
Coloured in Gimp in around 20 mins and I have an issue with my Layers – which turned out to be a happy accident. Quite pleased with how this wee doodle turned out.
Quite often great results come from a complete lack of thought!
Heh heh!
Back to proper posts next week! Honest guv!
Nulsh
Instant Noodles Take Away the Dark
Well howdy!
To business! I published a new strip on my Instagram account this week called “Fear of Thowl“. And it seems to work OK on Instagram, I can post 5 pages split two images from each page (top and bottom) which gives me ten images.
This seems to read quite well – although any feedback would be great – and I am looking to post in 5 page instalments going forward.
In the story I revisit my Instant Noodles Take Away the Dark malarkey, which first appeared in my strip Seeing In the Dark.
The noodles are used to ward of the ‘darkness’ and I am oddly starting to find lots of ways to incorporate them into my Nulshyverse!
They actually stem from my big story The Devil at Pasta & Dry Good (and Other Stories). Which is mostly based in and around a supermarket and used things found there – things like noodles.
I also love instant noodles! The Kimchi ones a current favourite!
Time to boogie amigos, I’ll leave you with a couple of drawing book pages!
Take care.
Nulsh
Created with GIMP 
