For the mums and Tilly for your birthday today, happy birthday @tillymoore
Check out these new Mulga jumpers, I’ll be at Bondi markets tomorrow, come grab one while they last!
New Mulga jumpers are in, I’ll be at Bondi markets tomorrow yo!
Anton the Aztec Goat on Flickr.
© Mulga 2013, Anton the Aztec Goat, Ink on Paper, 21 x 30 cmAn Ode to Anton the Aztec Goat A goat called Anton rowed his boat Every day around the castle in the moat And in that boat he wore a coat And its patterns were great, he was known to gloat “In the Incas I obtained my patterned coat” In his daily journal is what he wrote The coat was payment made in full For head-butting one rampaging bull He butted the bull and it ran away And he saved all the village folk on that day But that was a long time in the past And now he can’t even run that fast His time is now spent as a goat in a boat Paddling in a moat while wearing a coat It might seem silly but it floats his boat That Anton the Goat who’s known to gloat The End
MULGA TIMELAPSE (by fuuki bunny)
Check out this time lapse vid of hypno kiwi fruit ape head being painted. If only I could paint this fast in real life!
Smokey Joe the Hipster on Flickr.
© Mulga 2013, Smokey Joe the Hipster, Ink on Paper, 15 x 21 cmmulgatheartist.com.au/www.facebook.com/Mulgatheartist
Buy a print at mulgatheartist.com.au/shop/
An Ode to Smokey Joe the Hipster
I would like you to meet Mr Smokey Joe
If it’s a hipster your after he’s the guy to know
He rolls his own durries and wears a big coat
And like a duck to water he’s not one to gloat
He knows the cool bands before they exist
And that’s cooler than hip if your getting my gist
But his claim to glory and hipster crown
Is the growth on his face, his beard so brown
Without this feature he would cease to exist
Be but a vapour of air or a patch of mist
It signifies that he is the dominant man
Because without the beard he’s probably bland
So the lesson to learn and heed this time
And the reason for this here hipster ryhme
Is that growing a beard could be your best move
Get you outta your funk and into the groove
This beard could become your very best feature
And transform you into a hairy masculine creature
Meet Floyd the flamingo. I need help in writing a poem about Floyd. Submit two lines that rhyme and my favourites will make up the official poem. I will randomly select 3 entries to win an A4 print of Floyd. Yay rhyme time!
Terry The Tiger on Flickr.
© Mulga 2012, Terry the Tiger, Posca on Paper, 30 x 40 cm
I drew Terry the Tiger for a Le QC x Mulga collab. You can buy Terry on tees and jumpers at quaycollective.myshopify.com/collections/le-qc
An Ode to Terry the Tiger
Terry the Tiger was terrrific indeed
Of this single fact all the animals agreed
He ruled the jungle like a stripey king
Sometimes he would lounge, sometimes he would sing
Everywhere he went he wore his dazzling coat
And when he crossed the river he travelled by boat
He made his castle high in the trees
And he ate of the honey produced by bees
He was the finest specimen in all the land
And he fronted the best jungle rock band
They played every Saturday at the Jungle Pub
And chilled out after in the jungle hot tub
Bear Hat Bob on Flickr.
An Ode to Bear Hat Bob
Bear Hat Bob is an outdoors guy
At home in the mountains and under the sky
He walks around with his sunglasses pink
Even at night it seems odd you might think
Bart the Bear was his very best friend
The wilderness they journeyed from end to end
One day in the spring they came across a river
The water was cold it made them shiver
They attempted to cross on a fallen tree
But Bart fell into that freezing stream
He couldn’t swim so he drowned to death
He had breathed his last, his very last breath
Bob was so sad and he cried for week
He cried in the day and he cried in his sleep
To remember his friend, the Bear called Bart
Bob wore him as a hat and now they’re never apart
Trevor Trumpet Face on Flickr.
© Mulga 2013, Trevor Trumpet Face, Ink on Paper, 15 x 21 cmmulgatheartist.com.au/www.facebook.com/MulgatheartistAn Ode to Trevor Trumpet Face
He has big elephant ears and a trunk for a nose
He has a trumpet on his face and it looks like a hose
With every sneeze his big trumpet sounds
And the largeness of the volume knows no bounds
It scares away all the birds in the trees
That’s exactly what happens every time he does a sneeze
An Ode to Ole Pointy Beard Pete on Flickr.
© Mulga 2012, Ole Pointy Beard Pete, Posca on Paper, 30 x 40 cmwww.facebook.com/Mulgatheartistmulgatheartist.com.au/
I was commissioned to paint this for a lucky gentlemen’s birthday present.
Buy a print of this here.An Ode to Ole Pointy Beard Pete
Ole Pointy Beard Pete loves his single fin stick
It goes super fast and rides real slick
He always runs swiftly towards the ocean
As if he is strengthened by some magical potion
His beard trails behind like a bushy tail
And sometimes he uses it as a sail
He’s a surf hunter adventure man
He’s surfed in Alaska and even Iran
He once rode a wave onto the back of a whale
Then the whale got angry and flicked it’s tail
That was the best darn ride Ole Pete ever had
And when he remembers that day it always makes him glad
Illustrator Australia 2013 awards on Flickr.
I won Gold in the Illustrator Australia 2013 awards for my entry of these 4 bearded dudes. Goes to show beards a pretty rad.
Here’s the link to the awards page www.illustratorsaustralia.com/news/illustrators_australia…
Bearded Elvis on Flickr.
© Mulga 2012, Bearded Elvis, Ink on Paper, 30 x 40 cm
Today ( 23 March 2013) marks the day 56 years ago that Elvis’s debut album, “Elvis Presley” was released.
I drew a picture of him with a sweet beard.
You can buy a print of this artwork here http://mulgatheartist.com.au/shop/
An Ode to Bearded Elvis
Most geezers think Elvis aint alive
But the truth is he’s just in disguise
I saw him the other day cruising down the street
He had a beard so spectacular and long and neat
Turns out he’s been hiding away
Behind his beard and bales of hay
All those many, many moons ago
He grew tired of the crowds and the Elvis show
So he pretended to die and began to grow a mo
Then the mo became a goatee that hung so low
Then came the chops and a full beard in time
Thus concludes this story and bearded Elvis rhyme
Laser Head Lance on Flickr.
© Mulga 2012, Laser Head Lance, Acrylic on Board, 70 x 120 cmmulgatheartist.com.au/www.facebook.com/Mulgatheartist
An Ode to Laser Head Lance
Laser Head Lance is a slippery old cat
Lives in a world of shadows covered up by his hat
The one day the wind turned from breeze into gale
Blew up his hat like a boat under sail
Those secrets within did explode out his head
And the colour of his hands were a deep shade of red
His secrets revealed that he’d been quite bad
And the fallout was severe and the people were mad
Oh how the mighty have fallen and the proud do stumble
Now Laser Head Lance is humbler than humble