I don’t know how I hadn’t shared this old watercolour scribble; it’s a fun little tribute to Wes Craven & lover-punkins’ everywhere.
“Sea Hare” 15x40cm “The Sea-Hare” – an exercise in dimensions and deep sea exploration. 15x40cm on Arches cotton. This idea came to …
Origins • It was never just the illustrations I was sharing; it was large pieces of myself. And for a long time now, I have kind of been in pieces. Well, I’m back together, and I’m feeling that I might be ready to start sharing my scribbles and myself again.
“Wood” • for illustration Friday, week of April 15-21. This week’s theme evoked a strong image in my mind and I decided to get involved in the weekly challenge. Trees and water are two of my favourite things to draw, perhaps because they’re two of my favourite things in life. I could quite happily live in a tree house out n a forest somewhere, far off the grid – and spend my days in a nearby ocean with fish to talk to and a kraken for a guard dog.
WHALE OF A LIE • I utterly abhor this continued charade that the Japanese are whaling in our oceans in an effort to advance science; it is a ridiculously transparent fabrication.
These scribbles of a dream house or two, a car and a few hidden pets were done for financial adviser Eleanor Dartnall; winner of the 2014 AFA Adviser of the Year award. They have been used for various promotional material and as elements of a website.
The Pilchard & the Mouse (or) Mr Cod’s nasty headache Yesterday I posted ‘Bunny & the Butterfly‘ and it was the cause …
Today is one of those days where I should be drawing many other things, but when I took the cap off the pen, nothing I wanted to to draw came out. Just other things. Bunny and Butterfly isn’t anything I meant to draw. These things happen.
I received an email this week about Dr. Lacerant; a wonderful, gnarly old scientist who celebrates his birthday today. I’m told that many moons ago he had a dog, a dog he sent it up into space in a rocket made entirely out discarded tin cans.
London Stationery Show, April 1st & 2nd 2014 – Artline will be on Stand M709. Come along for your chance to win a signed scribblegraph print! And make sure you say hello to Grace who will be there to tell you all about Artline pens. Ask about the “EK-231” for bonus points!
Inherent to the human condition is the inability to predetermine whom we will fall stupidly in love with. Us sapiens have written tome upon tome on the subjects of romance, dating, life companionship, compatibility, marriage, surviving divorce, finding someone new, how to choose authentic French linen in a world full of convincingly well-crafted knock-offs… and none of it gets anyone any closer to having an answer.
We skipped from could to cloud, landing regularly for picnics (consisting largely of a lovely Narwhal gnocchi I was fond of at the time) and made it to my rendezvous with a contact in Nogliki who ran a little submarine that took me out into the Sea of Okhotsk… I’ve said entirely too much.
Earlier this year Heather Fay asked me if I would be interested in doing some artwork for her new record, now titled Cherish the Broken. I had worked with Heather before when she released her cover of Thriller but this was a much bigger project, and it was exciting!
I was recently invited to spend some time in Google+ HQ to sketch some of the rarer wildlife that can be found occupying the darker corners of server rooms. I suppose you’d imagine the Google+ team would lay rodent traps about the place to deter such riff-raff; but you’d be wrong. And most certainly not the amazingly capable critters you’d find in those parts. I sketched this one especially for birthday boy Dave “Bez” Besbris, who knows a thing or two about CyRREL Sciuridae [Cyber Robotic-Rodentia Enhanced Life-form].
I was recently contacted by Kate & Nigel, a New Zealand couple who, while planning their nuptials, had happened upon my name …
Autumn is my favourite time of the year. The mind-shattering heat of Australian summers begin to cool at last, the plants begin their preparation for hibernation, and the animals start to get fluffier and cuddlier. Oh, and I get to break out the cumfy clothes and the Big Winter Slippers.
…He spent the next four years in an orphanage and was put to work making sandwiches for all the other children. Mostly he enjoyed inventing sandwiches, but things don’t grow so well in good old Dudinka, because it’s just mind-shatteringlycold. So sandwiches were generally made out of seafood (with a heavy tendency towards narwhal steaks) which suited him just fine.
This piece, “Safe Haven”, is just for me – something fun that has been floating about in my head. Or rather: merciless haunting me from the murky depths. Or rather: waiting for me to dip a toe in the water, so that it can devour me whole and digest me like a sarlacc.
…If you want love, you have to get out there and show the world who you are.
…but he tried to steal cheese from Nathaniel the Mouse, who tore out his guts and built a lovely cat-house.