Friday 31 October 2014

dylan double doodle




























Double page spread of something I'm currently trying to work on, if I can foil the evil machinations of self-doubt, time and the black dog. Any similarities to Bob Dylan are purely coincidental. Come the rock-star-portraiture-revolution, I may well be lined up against a wall and shot for crimes against true-likenesses. Having said that, I do like the image top left on the right hand page, but whether I can replicate this remains to be seen. I seem to have to no consistency in terms of drawing style currently, and it's making my brain weep.

TWSBI Diamond 580 with Platinum Carbon ink in A4 Stillman and Birn Alpha Series sketchbook.

Thursday 30 October 2014

three more t-shirts







































...and a pot plant. And a little doodle or three of something I'm currently working on. So there.

TWSBI Diamond 580 with Platinum Carbon ink and watercolours, in A4 Stillman and Birn Alpha Series sketchbook.

Wednesday 29 October 2014

martin clunes
























Bic biro on A4 photocopier paper.

Tuesday 28 October 2014

coughing




























I've hesitated to upload this until now as I'm thoroughly dissatisfied with the colouring (the page on the right is particularly troublesome), the larger bits of typography bother me no end, and I failed to clearly articulate my thoughts in the accompanying blah-blah-blah.

What I was trying to illustrate was the fact that I seem to be constantly coughing and sneezing these days. Colds – of which I seem to have more than my fair share – are occasionally to blame, but allergies are the main source of my discomfort. Pollen, dust (dust mite droppings technically) and certain red wines all reduce me to a runny-eyed, itchy-skinned, wheezing mess and I feel as though an elephant, hippopotamus and rhinoceros have decided to park themselves on my chest.

In a relatively recent development, I find that laughter can also trigger an attack. One minute I'm cackling with merriment, the next crawling around on the floor and sounding like a bronchial 90-year old chain smoker with the lung capacity of a small rodent...

TWSBI Diamond 580 with Platinum Carbon ink and watercolours, in A4 Stillman and Birn Alpha Series sketchbook.

Thursday 23 October 2014

three t-shirts

















L to R: Fantastic Four t-shirt (complete with immovable pasta sauce stain), birthday present from the good doctor (James Carr's record label for the uninitiated), bought in sales in Aberdeen.

TWSBI Diamond 580 with Platinum Carbon ink and watercolours, in A4 Stillman and Birn Alpha Series sketchbook.

Friday 17 October 2014

ceramic cat







































Click on the image if you'd like to see a big one (ooer).

TWSBI Diamond 580 with Platinum Carbon ink and watercolours, in A4 Stillman and Birn Alpha Series sketchbook.

Sunday 12 October 2014

milk-charged doodles (pt.2)




























Ah, now, lot's of ears in this one. Ellie drew this a few months ago, but if memory serves me well, this is a family portrait. I think I'm in the middle, the good doctor is on the left and the artist herself is in the bottom right corner. Wish I could draw this well...

Bic biro on A4 photocopier paper.

Thursday 9 October 2014

milk-charged doodles (pt.1)

























Ellie drew this some months ago and I meant to upload it but was prevented from doing so by a deadly combination of lethargy and indolence. I am unclear as to who the subject is, but in the absence of a large pair of ears sticking out from the head, I suspect it's the artist's mother.

Bic biro on A4 photocopier paper.

Wednesday 8 October 2014

Tuesday 7 October 2014

octonauts



























TWSBI Diamond 580 with Platinum Carbon ink and watercolours, in A4 Stillman and Birn Alpha Series sketchbook.

Thursday 2 October 2014

thirteen pears







































'You would think', the stranger solemnly intoned, 'That after a year of blog inactivity, you would get down to the serious business of DRAWING and posting your EFFORTS instead of hurriedly bashing out some half-arsed parody of another’s work'.

Michael broke wind with fear, mentally awarded himself a mark out of ten, then trembled forward like a leaf that is trembling and coming forward at the same time. ‘I can’t help myself’, he said in a soft voice not unlike that of erstwhile newsreader Moira Stewart. ‘I’ve been out of the game for so long, what with looking after the fruit of my loins, moving house, decorating, gardening and GOING ABOUT MY BUSINESS.'

Thus begins the latest piece of fictionary from acclaimed tea-drinker and scribbler Mike Chester. Readers already familiar with his previous book A BOY WITH A PEAR IN HIS THROAT will no doubt be asking for their money back when they soil themselves after perusing this collection of fruit-based horror stories.