Listen...

The most essential sound of summer for me is the fluting voice of the doves, it's so away/distant and inside/close at the same time.

More about this work on the Tinytheatre blog. I love my drill, I don't care what the Freud dude says.

What song?

Which song is this? A couple of clues: the artist's hair has been rendered faithfully, nothing to do with Elvis Costello despite the red shoes, in fact, the artist could give Tom Waits a run for his money in the gifted simian department. One of the prettiest songs I know.

Rats, I may have to draw him too...his face just lends itself to scratchy lines.

Here's the link .