Illustration: The Groke Dances

"She stared at the lamp, following a ritual of her own. After looking at it a while she would begin to sing, or something that sounded like singing to her. It was a thin sound, something like humming and whistling together, and it penetrated everywhere so that after a while Moomintroll felt that it was inside his head, behind his eyes, and even in his tummy. At the same time she swayed slowly and heavily from side to side, waving her skirts up and down until they looked like dry, wrinkled bats’ wings. The Groke was dancing!"

Quoted text from Moominpappa at Sea, written by Tove Jansson and translated by Kingsley Hart.

One of my favourite illustrations I've ever done - drawn back at the end of 2008.