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Thursday, 6 December 2012

Food illustration


Mark Linkous - Sparklehorse

I love Sparklehorse, they were a great band. I think Mark Linkous was a poet, a genius with a passion, integrity, sensitivity, romance and extreme shyness like no other. This quick drawing tries to show where this admiration stems from.


Monday, 3 December 2012

Guardian Commission

Recently, I was commissioned by the Guardian to illustrate a very interesting article by Oliver Burkeman on (in a sweeping summary) how slumping in a sedentary manner in a Zombie / Meth head like fashion is taking hours off our lives. The culprit in all of this, mainly being the TV, hence the reason why there's a bit of a 'grim reaper' vibe going on. Click here to read more about it.

Sunday, 29 April 2012

A Brand New Website

Abart bleed'in time... I've only gone and got meself a new website, int'I? Please click on the word 'stop' before it's too late.

Tuesday, 10 April 2012

Team Magpie

Who I'm backing to steal the shiny stuff in London 2012 - Yes sir-ree.

Sunday, 8 April 2012

Gherkin versus the Shard

When Norman Foster (a fellow Reddishion) designed the Gherkin, it's presence when erected, instantly grabbed the reigns of the marvelling looks Sleigh. It was the ultimate subject when shot by helicopters to depict London on TV programs. That was until the Shard came along with it's dynamic shape, it's blinding light reflects, and its intimidating stance, thus kicking the sweet little Gherkins ass into oblivion and taking the title of number 1 line in the sky. This is what this illustration is about.



Thursday, 5 April 2012

AOI / TFL Illustration competition

This last month has seen me really analysing what it is exactly that I love about two subjects; one - illustration, two - London. When you really deconstruct something then break it down, the results are often quite profound, which is what I did before creating these two boys. After illustrating professionally for nearly 6 years, these are two of my favourite pieces, as I love both subjects dearly and it tears me to be away from either for too long.

The Honourable Society of Gray's Inn

This one is about the captivating land that is known as Gray's Inn field (aka the above title). Many a lunch time was spent here wallowing in self pity and scrutinising and admiring all the diverse characters that walked the gravelly path or lounged in the sprightly hay.


The Secret Circle

If you yomp along the streets of London for long enough you're bound to break through the commercial and find things that are endearing and precious to you. You find things that you have an innate desire to see regularly, this is what this journey represents to me. This journey in which I am referring to is the following: Dalston - De'Beauvouir - London Fields - Broadway Market - Columbia Road - Shoreditch - Old Street - Angel - New River Walk - then back to Dalston. Usually all I would need for this 8 mile journey would be a good flat white, a moleskine, a 2H, and a smile.


Oxford University Press - illustration commission

Recently I was comissioned by Oxford University Press, to do a couple of illustrations for one of their journals. Of course I was delighted, the delight was teamed with the pleasure of working with another good art director, there is a god. Here is one of my favourites:

Sunday, 12 February 2012

A beautiful song by a beautiful man


In the process of building a new website with these fair hands that go tappady tap tap tap. Seem to be relying on Nick Drakes wise and wonderful words to get me through. God bless him. Please enjoy, if you like that sort of thing.

Friday, 23 December 2011

Boisterous Betsey and the Blue Bird. *NB this later became Betsey Wren and the Satin Thief






For those of you that know me, will know that I've been working on a book for the past 9 months. Finally, I am nearing my last edit - once that's done - publishers be ware. I've now had time to do the cover and illustrate two pieces, one the ghastly faux beaver and secone the shoe telephone. Still not sure as to whether illustrate the whole 40,000 words or just keep it as a written novel - only time will tell I presume. Anyway I'll be adding more stuff to do with my labour of love soon, but for now, please enjoy the cover and a drawing.

Sunday, 30 October 2011

The tripple penetration spacehopper...


For busy women who like to come and go.

Jarvis Cockatoo

Jarvis Cocker combined with a cockatoo; a character from my up and coming book 'Betsey Wren and the Satin Thief', a story of a charming Bower Bird  and a curious, young, vivacious woman - keep those eyes peeled.


Saturday, 15 October 2011

A portrait of Walter Adolph Georg Gropius

"Only work which is the product of inner compulsion can have spiritual meaning." Walter Gropius.

Saturday, 13 August 2011

A rogue surprise

Having always been obsessed by the hair of the spring onion, it became apparent that one; one day; would feature as a character in one of my drawings. After being widowed only three weeks ago, this lonely spring onion ordered an onion bride as a bonny companion. Fate would have it that she should not be succulent to the eye, however, he being such a stubborn old mule decided that he had made his bed, and eager for it not to be such a lonely bed, decided he would have to lie in it, with her...




Thursday, 28 July 2011

Classic Cottages - Naturists

I was recently commissioned to do a couple of drawings for the Classic Cottages Journal, designed by the wonderful Kate Tregoning, and written by Pete Kirby who is slightly bonkers. The main illustration was based on Naturists, hence the mermaids playing nakedly and coquettishly in the tide. The other was depicting a tiny little sand athlete, the sand hopper - Who I've now fallen in love with, left my life in Dalston and moved to the Desert with; it suits.

Sunday, 6 February 2011

The AOI


Just came across this which I did many moons ago for the AOI. Good to know it's still being put to good use!

And now for something completely different

Hate. Upon releasing my tender thoughts I clench my robust fist. As we speak, unforgiving demons seep from my every pore, I cleanse my thoughts and release my fist. Purity trickles into my consciousness and I am reunited with a positive, indignant stance. My lips purse. I close my eyes then gently caress my warm and moist bottom lip, the heat pulsates. My thoughts turn to all things dear to me. The feeling hits me for 6. Love.