This was a picture I did for a creepy story about a remote house on a muddy moor. The mud figures built by the little boy who lives there appear to be slowly getting closer and closer to the house every day, somehow having shifted an inch or two nearer each time the sun comes up. It seems the mud itself – on which the house is built and by which it is surrounded on all sides – is coming to life, with a sinister and malignant intent. I won’t tell you what happens in case I ever get round to writing it up properly – but it’s messy.
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I am an illustrator who works mostly in acrylic, watercolour, pencil and ink, and collage. I like to create pictures that look homemade and write stories that deal with the kinds of things that preoccupy you when you’re little. View all posts by samzuppardi