R.I.P Mr. Squiggle

Last night I heard some terrible news. The creator of the amazing Mr. Squiggle, Norman Hetherington, passed away.

While I could never remember how to spell squiggle correctly, I did grow up watching and playing Mr Squiggle with my family. We would take it in turns to draw 'squiggles' and then try and make it into a picture. No one is better at squiggling than the master, Mr Squiggle!

I'm not great at squiggling on the computer, but here is a squiggle of Mr Squiggle that I did to honour his memory (black= initial squiggles):


Here is me (Mrs Squiggle?) with a giant pencil* I prepared earlier using THE Amazing Art Attack book:
Thank you Norman Hetherington for the wonderful hours spent watching Mr Squiggle and his magical squiggling and for the many more hours spent creating. May you Rest (and squiggle) In Peace.

*more on that later

O Neil, Neil, Wherefore ART thou Neil?

I apologise for my absence from the blogosphere since my first blog, and endeavour to provide more art attacks installments.

Since I started this challenge and blog I got a job and an Australian election was called, and there is also the upcoming state election. Working almost full time during the week and campaigning (for the Greens!) on many weekends has not been very conducive to art attacking. Although Neil might say this is no excuse. I fear I may have disappointed him and my 12-year-old self.

'Working':


Greensing:



As some consolation, I have been freestyling it with pipecleaners and food!

The Pipe Cleaners:



Food (I really shouldn't play with my food...):

Why did Frosty go to live in the middle of the ocean? Because snow man is an island.

And then there were these costumes...



Sigmund Freud and Luna Lovegood

My First Love

Once upon a time there was a girl called Clare. In primary school, Clare's favourite TV show was Art Attack. The host, Neil Buchanan, was her hero. He may have even been her first love. The man is a genius! Art Attack was her religion and Neil was the God. She loved trying to make Neil's creations even though they usually turned out more like The Head's attempts. She loved the way he called Textas 'felt-tip pens' and more particularly the way he called toilet paper 'loo roll'. She loved how Neil loved gold pens so much and used them at every opportunity. Art Attack left Clare with the impression that all you needed in life was loo roll, gold pens, felt-tip pens, poster paint and, of course, PVA glue.

As she grew older, Clare's enthusiasm for Neil and Art Attack waned (although her passion for loo roll never did...). She discovered Harry Potter, but that is another story. She did manage to maintain a passion for making birthday cards for friends.

Earlier this year, Clare made an incredible discovery in her local newsagent; a discovery that would change her life (or at least reignite her deep childhood passion and love). She found the 'Amazing Art Attack Stuff with Neil Buchanan' book, which had 'over 80 of [her] favourite art attacks'. It was only $10! She was extremely excited and is quite sure she frightened the newsagent worker.

Now, I have decided to tell a story about my attempts to complete all 89 art attacks in the book- from castles to giant pencils, and from giant pencils to fantasy flyers. I know that I will never be as good as Neil (no one will), but hopefully I will be better than the Head. Knowing my lack of practical or motor skills, it is possible that I will be worse! I will be assisted by my friend C1 and perhaps others in some cases.

I hope people enjoy reading about my quest. I think I will enjoy the journey.