mole-skinning for the pygmy foot man project. spent the afternoon hopelessly floating round the british museum with the vague hope inspiration would thumb me between the eyes. it did not.

did find a TOTALLY SICK sculpture of alexander the great. phwoar. what a champ.



from after the crit. i'd like to think of it as a testament to how brain dead these projects leave us.

greasy battles? awwwww yeah, totally rocking the typography there. one day, i will grow a set of design sensibilities... one day... maybe...
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaand that's that for the pygmy footman. we're already pretty deep into the next project. there seems to be an alarming amount of animation going on.

more cards. man. those are some lazy ass backgrounds. i hope your proud.

in other news, The Show was last week.



there were drinks, a whole lot of people and some redicuosly fly work (that in turn, flew of the walls. kudos, people). i wish you could have been there.

finals for the last project. hot dog, that was kinda intense. for this one, we were all given different lists; i got all the burly brawls featured in that old classic "fifteen decisive battles that changed the world" by creasy. of course, the only logical thing to do wast to turn it into a game of heads and tails/ pairs.

(this may have just been a thinly veiled excuse to draw a lot of men (and one woman- you represent, joan of arc!) in fabulous period dress)

mmm-mmm. shit-tay, un-responive internet is massively detrimental to bloggery. anyhoo, some stuff for the project. EUGH. if i ever need to draw a medal again, it's too soon (i think that might have something to do with all the whale and pirate skeleton action going on). also, inking with paint... you look fly and all but jesus joseph bloody hell, you're a bit slow (actually, i think that's just me but dammnit, this blame game's just a bit too fun.)

had to turn these into screen print. ho-boy. that there is some risky business.

taking a break from art history because quater pat six in the morning is wwwwaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy too early to be reading nebulous definitions of post modernism. WHAT DOES IT MEAN!?!!?

in the mean time, here be some doodling from the uni sketch book back from when i was trying to work out what the hell to do with this brief.

i love how the early, care-free days of briefs can be filled with the most frivolous junk- just like this! man, there are some funky looking birds out there...