i am a little tin soldier

A quick little sketch that I hadn't intended posting here. However, it had a very nice response on Flickr so here it is. Being posted on my blog.

And here's a little question. It's a rather big little question, actually. If you were, say, poor and, say, an artist what would you do to make money? Without, of course, doing anything that might compromise your integrity. Silly answers, sensible answers. Anything. Go on then, what have you got for me?

what do you feel?

One thing you may not know about me is that once I caught the biggest Goldfish in the world. Well, I sort of caught it. One day Grandpa and I were out fishing. Well, Grandpa was fishing. I don't fish. I couldn't handle the guilt of it. So, I was just there - thinking and day dreaming. I put my hand over the side of the boat and something bit my finger. I thought I'd imagined it at first, but then it happened again. Then I saw Henry. Henry the fish, that is. Although he wasn't called Henry then. I'm not sure he even had a name. Well, the bite on the finger, it was more of a nibble if I'm honest, was actually a cry for help. I could see he had a badly broken fin. So I took him home to recuperate in my garden pond. Actually, I say garden pond but, in fact, I have a lake at the end of my garden. There he lived happily for 57 years. When he died I used my experience as a part time taxidermist to stuff and mount him. Then I drew him. Obviously.