...and so begins the fascination with sticking animal heads on everything...

BUT DRAWING FROM LIFE'S SO MUCH MORE FUN WHEN YOU PRETEND YOU'RE TRIPPING BALLS.

oh my. there is some very grandiose architecture going on in the financial district.

alas, my piss-poor mastery of straight lines makes gloriously OTT buildings like this nigh on impossible to draw. i'll second that, gloomy statue.

making a point of going through the moleskin and polishing up some of the more half-hearted scribbles in there at the moment. my god. so many half formed brain farts.

stuff from way back when they took us to new york. i'm thinking of stating up a new section on this thing wholly devoted to the strange folk you see on public transport.

o7
WHAT A DAY THAT WAS.

given how art, ba 'n moon and masochistic activities all press my buttons, this was quite possibly the most amazing experience ever. so amazing in fact, that you had to draw a shockingly lazy comic about it. i would love to blame IMPENDING DEADLINES for the lack of class shown here, but that doesn't go down to well with the aforementioned masochism.

AND OH MY GOD GUYS, HOW LOL-LARIOUS IS THAT VOICE OVER ON THE SPOTIFY PRINCE OF PERSIA AD?!?

o6
god, i actually love this thing. in fact, i love it so much that i would totally give it a hug... but that would only result in massive damage.

OH FATE. WHY MUST YOU BE SO CRULE?

one day i will learn how to play an instrument that exists for something other than novelty value.

o5
i've skipped a couple pages of this project since we'd just be rehashing some of the same old shit BUT THAT WON'T SAVE YOU NOW.

oh my god. that was the most amazing jam session. sylvester mccoy plays some mean spoons, yo.

o4
GAIZ! SRSLY, DON'T BE GOING TO THE HINEKEN MUSEUM. THAT IS 15 EUROES YOU WILL NEVER SEE AGAIN.

that said, we totally broke their beer token system by scrounging round on the floor like a pack of hungry hungry hobos. my god. no one should be that drunk by three in the afternoon. can i hear you say HAMMER-ED TIME?!?

o3
and the crimes against coherent layouts and halfway decent presentation continues!

o2

goddamn, we saw some scary things in amsterdam.

o1
the last summer project i sent off to martin was a total frankenstine case. it's literally just a miss-match of WHATEVER. clearly coming up with something self contained and coherent was totally beyond my wee-pea brain by this point.

the cyclists of amsterdam are a terrifying breed.

panel from the graphic novel. i thought this one was going to kick my ass (funky architecture and 3 point perspective are two great tastes that taste like ass together) but i think the tables may have been turned... well, maybe just a little bit. i don't know, i'm still in the hazy, post finished glow where i think everything's the absolute jam. ten bucks says i look at this thing tomorrow and think it's the shit. and not in the awesome sense.

PEACE!

do over of those wee beastie boys (and, uh, girl). sticking this up here in it's as of yet un-ravaged form because this could all go horribly wrong in a minuet.

OH GOD WATER COLOURS. DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DO TO ME!?!

sketchbooking from amsterdam.

oh my god. i forgot how swell riding a bike was. i haven't been on one for like ten years or something stupid (i was banned by the powers that be after my dad re-aranged his face something wonderful when he zoned out and cycled into the back of a van. that was parked. about three meters from our house. NOTHING IN THIS STORY MAKES EVEN A LICK OF SENSE).

sketch book stuff from that time we went to europe.

god damn. i want to do something with the rollerskate girl. maybe i can, WHAT WITH ALL THAT FREE TIME I'M KICKING ROUND LOL LOL LOL.

there were all these painted bears dotted around berlin. i guess they're kinda like those elephants that were all over the show earlier this summer (except, you know, without the cuthulu levels of mind-melting terror). that one was hands down the most bitching... but then, i'd love anything with a big, fat, old skool moustache.

underage drinking? OH ALEX. YOU'RE SUCH A NARC.

took some time out the other morning to do something for our doodle caboodle blog because i'd just got back from bestival the night before and acctual work was totally beyond me.


(this is like the easiest where's wally ever)

oh my god. that festival fragged me, BUT IN THE MOST AWESOME WAY. please, for the love of all things holy, go next year. i've been to reading and t but this was a totally different kettle of fish. so much crazy cool stuff going on in the periphery and even though we didn't catch a whole load of band, it didn't feel like ticket money went down the drain.



in conclusion, rating: FANTABULOUSE.

more... ah... 'thumbnails'.

i bought some totally sweet paper from faulkeners yesterday (+ a book on how to book bind so i don't get totally eviscerated by our tutor next year). me and the pencils and inks and paints are going to GO TO TTTTOOOOOOOWWWWWWWNNNN!!!!!!

we had a meeting about The Show the other week so i had to do some tighter thumbnails (note to self. things probably stop being thumbnails when you draw them on a3 and try too hard). god, little miss foul mouth is pretty horrific. totally need to retweek that shit.

the good news is that we've got a load of space to show this stuff in. the gooder news is that everyone else's work is looking totally rad.

you'd better bring your a-game, fool.

bear boy post traumatic water colouring. these guys are going to have to be redone anyway since i've been banned from doing any tinkering in photoshop. the initial plan was to do them super big and then scale them down and put them all together with the help of mystical, digital powers but alas, that cannot be.

oh well, it's all good practice, ammirite?

because wonky angles totally make it look like you know what you're doing.

a photo from that trip to berlin. if you ever get the chance to check out abandoned radio stations in the middle of nowhere, you should totally go.

man, i can't wait to get one of those proper super sexy cameras. i think i'm single-handedly keeping the disposable industry running.

okay. so maybe i didn't totally butcher deer boy... BUT BEAR CHILD HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL TO GO WRONG.

spoilers for real life. i'm acctually looking at the painted version of bear child now and he's... kinda okay. i am coming to tearms with the fact i clearly don't know how knees work though. sigh.

p.s- whoar, so cool http://www.ninjavspenguin.com/blog/2007/09/14/artist-martin-klimas/

OH ALEX. YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND THE SUBTLE ART OF DESIGN.

in my defence, that gnarly, grey square's there because i don't think i should be telegraphing information about a PRIVATE event. huh. go figure. and that doesn't excuse the rest of it.

invite for The Show. we've been batting round the idea of getting everyone to wear masks. somehow that worked its way into my totally ass proposal for the invite design.

OH GOD. THIS THING IS A CRIME AGAINST ART. I WILL TRY AGAIN. OUT OF TOTAL SHAME.

bear bears, yo!

helping out with some character designs. good lord, these are rough. so very, very rough.

and that was that.