relics from camberwell. part of a zine i put together based on the rather unsettling satistic that londoner's are never no less than 3 meters away from a rat. it was basically a bunch of photo's of a rather raggedy wire/gumstrip modle of a rat in a array of locations.

deep man. deep.

we had like one day to put it all together which was FUN.

(just a reminder of the pencils before you obliterate them with the oils.)

invite design. no contact information for you though, internet, hence the big, blank  V O I D  at the bottom. Was trying to go for that super clean, shapely cut out look which is the total antithesis of my messy ass.

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out of context, that last part sounds pretty nasty.

ALL TOGETHER NOW!

final image for the freelance job and WOW, when they're all in one place you can really see all the inconsistencies. the inking and lighting are particularly funky. also, this drawing's getting pasted into a predrawn backdrop. of a space station bridge.

SINCE WHEN DID SPACE SHIPS HAVE WIND MACHINES!?

huh, maybe the constantly billowing hair and capes come as standard with all the other sparkly jedi powers. 

just a little snippet from what's being worked on at the moment.

huh, so is making his facial features disappear part of the act or did the artist just get lazy?

'nother panel from the web comic featuring a mob of angry villagers doing what angry villagers do best.

do over of the do over of a do over.

wait, what?

back at camberwell they gave us a project which was to make a guide to *insert topic here*. i want to stick it in my portfolio but the art work is total ass so i'm going to redo the images for a couple of pages and be all like 'compare and contrast, bitches.

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no, this really isn't me trying to pad out my portfolio with as much filler content as possible. nor is this just an excuse to draw lots of robots and try to rip off ashley wood's super sexy style. honest.

of course, this could just be a very elaborate visual charade (book, six words).

left overs from the sketch jam. can't remember what the topic was, but y the last man must have been a viable option. good god, that series was dynamite.

panel from the web comic. 

villagers potentially armed with pitch forks and flaming faggots? why do i get the distinct feeling this isn't going to end too well for our cloaked stranger? 

 

warning: this panel contains gratuitous amounts of abject horror.

left overs from a draft of a drawing that got aborted halfway through.

 i have commitment issues.