Cheerful Chaos Creator T-Shirts

Every class has one. . .

'It's called 'Oh Bugger It!' if you must know!'

"Good" "Bad" "Work on it" "Keep working - maybe it's not as bad as you think it is" "Put it to a committee" "Give up" "Make it worse" "Make it better" "Still a bad idea" "Overthink it" "Throw yourself into a pit of wild badgers" "Throw it away" "Call it done" "Sigh."

Face painting.

Future garbage truck driver.

Struggling with issues from his own childhood, the Bedroom Bandit would sneak in and jumble children's room across the nation. Not a mother believed it.

'Look, Dad, I made a pair of boots out of your chest waders.'

'Let's pretend I'm a business owner and you're the janitorial service...'

'No, that wasn't your mother calling to ask if you were okay. That was your mother calling to ask if I was okay.'

"Do you realize that you and I have it in our power to cause quite a brouhaha?'

"Isn't it obvious? I'm writing the great American graphic novel."

A mum trying to dry an excited child

“Pottery Classes – Give it a Whirl!”

'Frank is into D.I.Y...'Destroy It Yourself'!'

'This is my natural habitat.'

'Your father and I support your career aspirations, but we feel you need a new practice space.'

Instant art

"My mom said a tornado hit my room. I checked my weather app, and it said clear skies."

"Gosh! Look what he's done to his Harry Potter books..."

When cartoonists get ahead of themselves.

Mad scientist holding bubbling flask in lab

"And I suppose cleaning up after yourself just once would in some way stifle your precious creativity."

'Your manuscript was delicious.'

'...To be fair, the chemistry teacher didn't ask your Son to drink his practical exam.'

Steadman - The Early Years.

A Cartoonist's and a Sculptor's File Cabinets.

Falling for art

The insurance giants do battle, ironically costing their own companies billions of dollars in claims,

'Maybe if you cut off an ear it would look better.'

'John's into 'computer-hacking' in a big way!'

"Too busy."

Paint fight art!

Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark. The Dog's Muse.

"They're love poems alright, but he cuts up the lines, throws them in the air and reassembles them randomly..."

'I couldn't put it down... I had peanut butter on my hands.'