My now late Grandad was a sucker for buying tat and a lot of it made its way to Spud. I actually quite like this Canvas Art he gave us and it hangs at the top of our stairs. The silver birch trees remind me of sunny afternoons spent in our neighbours garden. As children, we were fascinated by the bark and mischievously peeled the trunks :p
Looking at the wood, I can imagine the little creatures who live there and the families taking walks. This got me thinking and when I read a copy of this Christmas’ Radio Times, the artist in me jumped with glee!
Can you spot the difference???
Nope?
Need a clue?
He has terrible tusks…
and terrible claws …
and terrible teeth in his terrible jaws…
The look on Spud’s face when I showed him The Gruffalo had moved in was priceless! His little eyes were like saucers. Only thing is, he was looking for ‘mouse’ so it would seem my work is not quite done on this one.
