last week was not a good week for art.

so you know how the last month or so has been spent working on comics? well, turns out someone made a little faux pas when it came to converting inches to cms.

whoops.

so much for those finals you, did huh?fortunately i'd mostly been working on roughs and thumbnails, but it was still a kick in the teeth. OH WELL. YOU CAN DO IT BETTER THIS TIME ROUND.


but you didn't come here to listen to me bitch and moan! here's some stuff from the BIG project.



super vague head sketches. just to get a feel of who's who.





not so vague character sketches. note- sadly there are no echidna's in this book.



a page that can no longer be used due to the aforementioned case of ruler retardation. it's probably for the best. there are some really whack straight lines in there.


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in other news, have you ever wondered what the bastard love child of philip glass and a bass sax would sound like? i wager a pretty penny it would go a little something like this:



WOW. note to self. buy the fuck out of this album. i was listening to an interveiw with this guy on Q (canadian radio is pretty rad, guys). stetson (who's played with a ton of bands, including arcade fire) was saying how he has the whole room mice so _all_ the sounds the saxophone makes are picked up. what blows my mind id that he does what he does without a loop machine. or his lungs exploding.

and here's the thrilling conclusion of "sketchbook stuff you did when you went to trier last year."





man, i wish i'd drawn more. especially in the workshop brian had rented out. holy batman, that place was FREAKING. AMAZING. brian was this artist they'd brought in to organise this massive instillation in town. although i missed the final thing, i was there while he was putting it together- he had this whole warehouse full of these massive crazy lanterns that had been built by both him and the locals. it was quite the sight.







but what's this? obligatory link to something with nothing to do with anything time? why not!

i don't think i'd actually even know how to hold a video game controller if you gave me one now, but i sure do like listening to the guys over at the indoor kids chin wag about them. asides from being a total hoot, this show often turns to the social impact of games and how they depict that old chestnut, "THE OTHER".

this is one such episode.

till next time!

because all i've been doing for the past week or so is thumbnailing comic pages and my brain was going to go all expload-y thinking about badly-drawn stick figures in wobbly boxes.





WOOOOO! SUMMER! YEAH!

that's a thing that happens sometimes.

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right?

but that's enough of that. by the end of today you ARE going to have the first quarter of the graphic novel sorted. and then maybe we can do some actual drawing, yeah?

and in the mean time-



whoar.

so now you've joined the horde of recently graduated and woefully unemployed ex-students, you're going to be updating the shit out of this blog, right?

...

aaaaaaapparently not.

wait wait wait! i haven't been being totally crap! actually, been keeping myself pretty busy- there are things in the works that i should be able to show you soon. like little people about to go toe to you with big, fuck off japanese monsters:



a little snippet from something that will hopefully be going in the back of a book http://richwriting.blogspot.co.uk/ doing with markosia. fingers crossed.

in the meantime, i bring you the head of our former life-drawing teacher!



part of a series of drawings (resulting in some rather nifty tea towels) we put together as a thank you gift for our tutor folk. we're rather sentimental like that.





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so a while back there was an episode of the nerdist where one of those most hostfull of hosts mentioned that they couldn't get enough of a group called 'pale young gentlemen'. i followed up this hot tip. my ears have been thanking me ever since.