merry christmas

rejected murder mysteries pt. 349

London. 1926. Across the nation's capital, a number of butchers are found dead. Brutally murdered. The police are baffled. The only clue to the identity of the perpetrator is the calling card left at the scene of each crime on which is found printed the image of a slice of pork pie. 

On secondment to Scotland Yard, the great French detective Arsene Cocques sets out to investigate. But who is the mysterious one-armed trombonist? And how is a painting of two dead crabs connected to the murders?

sadly neglected blog

I was having a bit of a sort out today and came across this image, which I'd forgotten about. I quite like it, but I never managed to use it for anything. Oh and no, I haven't the faintest idea what it's about...

the living squint

I'm currently trying to produce work that's more like that found in my sketchbooks i.e. scratchy, immediate and a little more expressive. Although this results in drawings that aren't 100% accurate (here, the right side of Clint's face is badly observed and the nose is also a little awkward) it does produce imagery with greater vitality than the more polished work found on my website...

this is what we should be having...

peter lorre

"You know, Rick, I have many a friend in Casablanca, but somehow, just because you despise me, you are the only one I trust."

more beer...