Jolie Marchant

Artist & Illustrator

‘Enthralled with the
challenging
Australian environment
and inspired by
colourful flora
and diverse fauna.’

Collages in fabric,
tissue paper,
felting and
jewelry.

Collages in fabric,
tissue paper,
felting and
jewellery.

‘Enthralled with the
challenging
Australian environment
and inspired by
colourful flora
and diverse fauna.’

‘Enthralled with the
challenging
Australian environment
and inspired by
colourful flora
and diverse fauna.’

Collages in fabric,
tissue paper,
felting and
jewellery.

Intaglio and collagraph conceptual works

 Animal and poochy pet portraits in pastel and scraper board etchings.

Intaglio and collagraph conceptual works

 Animal and poochy pet portraits in pastel and scraper board etchings.

Frederick Moth stood on the ceiling
one day 
Warming himself by the bulb. 
Preening his wings, he turned and
did sway 
Thinking of flies he could hold. 
Looking down he noticed the bath, 
Full of warm water and her. 
With a wry smile a flight path was set 
Ready to frighten the girl. 
He took one last kick from the ceiling
of flies, 
Judging his distance and aim, 
Flew past her arms, her toes and her thighs, 
Teasing, enjoying the game. 
The more she cried No!, the more he would go, 
Brushing her legs, mouth and ears. 
Flapping his wings, dive bombing her toe
‘Til she was near to tears. 
On one of these trips came a sad demise, 
The girl, she started to laugh. 
For Frederick collided with one of the flies, 
Poor thing, was drowned in the bath! 

Stories and poems
with illustrations
for children

Dabby is a Dodo
A giant and flightless bird
She’d journeyed from Mauritius
To taste English Lemon Curd.
She’s fond of sweets and liquorice,
But when lemon is close by,
Her feathers fluff, eyes revolve,
From open beak comes a sigh.
Dabby is a greedy bird,
Her feet look oh so queer!
She’d chewed off all her toenails,
had indigestion for a year.
She travelled to Trafalgar Square,
Perched on Lion’s mane
Had all the pigeons in despair,
gobbled up their grain
She made her way to Knightsbridge
In search for food galore
Finds a Lemon Gateaux
In Harrods Food Store
Slowly raising her beak
Sniffing the citrus mound
Feathers fluffed, eyes agog
Scoffs the whole lot down
“I love lemon” Dabby calls…

Frederick Moth stood on the ceiling
one day
Warming himself by the bulb.
Preening his wings, he turned and
did sway
Thinking of flies he could hold.
Looking down he noticed the bath,
Full of warm water and her.
With a wry smile a flight path was set
Ready to frighten the girl.
He took one last kick from the ceiling
of flies,
Judging his distance and aim,
Flew past her arms, her toes and her thighs,
Teasing, enjoying the game.
The more she cried No!, the more he would go,
Brushing her legs, mouth and ears.
Flapping his wings, dive bombing her toe
‘Til she was near to tears.
On one of these trips came a sad demise,
The girl, she started to laugh.
For Frederick collided with one of the flies,
Poor thing, was drowned in the bath! 

Stories and poems
with illustrations
for children

Dabby is a Dodo
A giant and flightless bird
She’d journeyed from Mauritius
To taste English Lemon Curd.
She’s fond of sweets and liquorice,
But when lemon is close by,
Her feathers fluff, eyes revolve,
From open beak comes a sigh.
Dabby is a greedy bird,
Her feet look oh so queer!
She’d chewed off all her toenails,
had indigestion for a year.
She travelled to Trafalgar Square,
Perched on Lion’s mane
Had all the pigeons in despair,
gobbled up their grain
She made her way to Knightsbridge
In search for food galore
Finds a Lemon Gateaux
In Harrods Food Store
Slowly raising her beak
Sniffing the citrus mound
Feathers fluffed, eyes agog
Scoffs the whole lot down
“I love lemon” Dabby calls…

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