She’s been collecting for decades and this, her latest, is a stuffed bear.Rare, thanks goodness.
As a species her and her comrades, other dealers, are to be seen in salesrooms countrywide, bidding on the most unlikely items and trying to hide that small masterpiece in the battered cardboard box from her other dealer friends.Don’t be fooled by that rather innocent look, she’s a pro and can spot a bargain at a hundred yards. Her normal speciality is fine dining pieces, and delicate porcelain but she finds stuffed bears irresistible.She’s never noticed anything odd about her name.

I’m doing a series of drawings for a magazine about the demise of ‘things’ and this is the drawing for one of them.It’s an A to Z and this drawing is loosely based on a chap who one used to see around Piccadilly Circus who recommended sitting a lot and a vegetarian diet to prevent the onset of lust. The fact that he used to stand around all day seemed to have little impact on his message.I’ve changed it, to relate to advertising, a noble profession that I uses to have some involvement in myself.There was apparently a dog food in the states that was called ‘Bark’ or ‘Woof’ and the copy line on this is taken from that.Too good to waste.