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Tuesday, 18 November 2008

Thought Bubble. Leeds. Brain Splurge.

It's been a couple of days, so I thought I'd try and make sense of the fallout after Thought Bubble Festival. The actual write up is on our collective blog: wearewordsandpictures.com, but I thought I'd add my ten pennies too.

So. It was both an utterly terrifying and wonderful experience. The people were great. The stuff that was on sale was really amazing. I felt so out of my depth it hurt my brain, but also so, so welcomed by a group of amazingly talented and awesome people, whose names I will be plastering all over this post in just a minute.

The table itself on the day went really well. We sold all the copies of our zine, and the prints we'd taken along of the cover. I've never sold a piece of artwork in my life before now and was utterly convinced that my contributions to our little project were not enough and just going to let the side down. I have to admit I doubted Matt and Julia's sanity on letting me in on this thing. But seeing those books leave the table left me with a feeling in the back of my brain that I can't quite put into words yet. It's changed things for the better ... made me want to do more.

Of course after that I managed to get stupidly drunk. That was hilarious (from my point of view at least) but I do apologise for acting like a complete twat. I'm only an occasional drinker and a complete lightweight, with a tendency to climb buildings, get very loud and theatrical, molest statues and generally be a bit of a prick when I do get beered-up. The upshot of this is I dance and am less shy than usual (to say the least). The downside is I usually manage to say something idiotic and want to hide under a rock for days afterwards and think the world has come to an end. Uhm. Yes.

As I said up there somewhere one of the best things about this was I got to meet some really amazing artists/writers/people who I probably never would have been able to talk to in another context:

John Scrivens

Phil Spence
Marc Ellerby
Kieron Gillen (we never did get the high-fiving right. Something to work on)
Will Kirby
Ben Powis
Adam Cadwell (thanks for helping me with my tights, by the way. And sorry for yelling at you in the street. I was just being hungover/friendly I swear.)
Lizz Lunney
Liz Greenfield
Matthew Kitchen

I know there are more of you, dammit. Clare, Jake and Jake. Shug Comics guy whose name has escaped me (I know, I'm crap). Other people I waffled at too. It was all jolly good fun and you're all just so great. I look forward to more hand-clapping with you all at some point soon.

Also, the bag I bought off of John Allison (of scary go round fame) has nominated itself to be my reading book bag from now on. It's just the right size for novels and such, and too nice to hulk around my sketchbooks in. Yay for bookbags.






I think that just about concludes it. Megabus was nasty on the way back. College has hit with me with a bump and I am scrabbling to catch up with everything now. My wisdom teeth are starting to ache and I have essays about science-and-art things to write about. I will plug in the scanner and flood this place with sketch stuff at some point this week.

Anywho. Enough of this incoherent babble; I am off to get some sleep.


xxxx

Sunday, 9 November 2008

Hmm

Having a Scarily Alcoholic Cocktail* in hand seems like as good an excuse as any to update my blog.


So.

You probably won't know (unless we have spoken directly and you are either my housemate or another member of a select group of people that I whiffle to about various things) that on November 15th, I will be in Leeds at Thought Bubble Festival, plugging a small publication that my associates Julia Scheele and Mat Sheret (we are words and pictures, but see my sidebar for their personal blogs 'devil makes comics for idle thumbs' and 'the polaroid press') have put together, with a guest appearance from me, in the form of a shiny cover, and a couple of brain farts in between things. Lovely.

Here's a little look at the cover art:





And if that's not enough incentive to come along and visit us, here is a picture of my ex-marmot surrounded by balloons. He wants you to come. You can see it in his eyes.






How can you resist?




And that's just about that tonight. More stuff soon.


beep beep.


*The Scarily Alcoholic Cocktail - a White Russian as it happens (we had milk and vodka and very little else in the house that could be inbibed) - is the result of a rather shite evening where, among other things, I've managed to break my beloved graphire tablet. It was on its last legs anyway, but it's completely buggered now and I don't think I can afford to replace it. What an arse. And to make things more fun I'm getting a delightful insta-headache from the vodka and milk mix I'm furring my arteries with.

Monday, 20 October 2008

A short comment on my feelings about the amount of work I have to do this week:


One wishes she wasn't quite so snowed under.


But on the bright side, thank you, Canada, for this:





No really. Thank you. So much. I love you.


Bonus scribbles from my sketchbook:









Sleep might be a good idea right about now. Have been animating all evening so my eyes/brain/fingers are somewhat dead.

Saturday, 6 September 2008

Friday, 5 September 2008

Would you like some foot to go with that massive blistered stump at the base of your ankle?




I have had to undergo a period of employment. I can buy things now but my feet are going to crawl up and stab me in the forehead if they don't get some plasters/bandages/a foot spa/decent-fitting shoes soon.



Bonus scribble, because I want to be a rum-swilling pirate:


Proportions/perspectivey bits on the limbs are a bit off, but not bad for half an hour.

Tuesday, 12 August 2008

Options.


(click the image so you don't have to squint at the writing, yes.)

Sometimes things are unavoidable. Even crossing the ocean won't put off the inevitable forever. Besides, I'm a lousy juggler and look kind of suspect with a red nose on.

Thursday, 7 August 2008

Frank Honesty And Acquired Tastes.



An oldie, but a goodie.

The post. Not John Hurt.

Oh, alright. Both.

Ashtray voices make me weak at the knees and fuzzy of thought. And what's so wrong with wrinkles anyway? There are very few people where I could see a wriggly, toothy, blood-covered beastthing burst forth from their chest and still get the cosmic horn about them. So thumbs up, John. You're in a very select club there.

Wednesday, 6 August 2008

All Aboard The Fail Boat


Today hasn't exactly been the best day I've ever had. It probably would have been better if I hadn't left the coccoony softness of my duvet. But I did, so here are some pickings from my sketchbook to try and ease the pain.



Monday, 4 August 2008

Hunky Chunk of Monkey




Because the first week of August wouldn't be complete without a psychotic grinning simian.

Or maybe it would. I don't know about how you like to garnish your lives. Maybe you would prefer a giraffe called Fran, who wears a jaunty hat and smokes Djarum blacks whilst regailing passers-by with witty banter in clean clipped tones. Sadly such a giraffe does not exist. My monkey will have to suffice.

Hair Bear Stare



I have been having dreams about dark woods and bears. Angry bears. Not the kind I'd want at my tea party.

Wednesday, 30 July 2008

animanationing




so, yes. This was a project from a little while ago, but I've finally uploaded it to YouTube and, like an STD, once you have a video on that place you can't help but want to share it with people. So here it is.

There is more information about this - along with a higher-quality version - on the youtube page itself. Hopefully this is the start of bigger and better things when it comes to my l33t animation skillz.

Friday, 11 July 2008

we interrupt our usual viewing schedule ...

... for a moleskine exchange piece.


(full view me please)


Moleskine exchange is an international doohicky where a bunch of artists send each other notebooks to draw all over. It's good fun. And it means my drawings get a social life, because normally they just sit at home watching Q.I repeats on Dave.

We lead a full life.

Anyway, you can see the rest of the artwork from my particular exchange partners over here. They're all very talented individuals and, unlike me, tend to take their drawings to all the cool parties.

Wednesday, 9 July 2008

High in Omega 3.


Just be thinking about that next time you have a tuna sandwich.

Tuesday, 8 July 2008

Simple pimple dimple wimple


Or maybe I've just bought too many complicated gadgets now.

Saturday, 5 July 2008

Whitehouse.


Mrs Whitehouse does not take that kind of arsehattery from the likes of you young rapscallions.

Friday, 4 July 2008

Hey Mike.


I don't know any Mikes. Maybe you are called Mike. Maybe in another life we will meet, having run away to the circus to escape the evils of modern life. I will be a ventriloquist, and you: a sword-swallower with one leg. We will play the banjo under the harvest moon and while away many a happy hour washing the elephants that travel with us.

But I digress.

Wednesday, 2 July 2008

Melon face

Isn't fruit just smashing? Melon in particular. I'm not so much of a fan of honey dew or other kinds of melon I can't remember the names of off the top of my head, but watermelon is just the most excellent thing ever invented. Particularly when your bedroom is like a tropical rainforest and you need to eat something cold and refreshing.

Thumbs up, Watermelon. Thumbs up.

Monday, 30 June 2008

I doubt your commitment


I sometimes doubt my commitment too. But then apathy sort of kicks in.

I have never owned a tutu. I can't help but feel that this is some kind of failing on my part.

Wednesday, 25 June 2008

Bodily secretions and coffee grounds.


As a rule, I would have to say that the worst cups of coffee I have had in my life have usually come from motorway service stops and train station cafes. The one in question here was served up by Upper Crust at Euston, whilst I was waiting for my mother to come down and visit me for the day.

So now you know.

Sunday, 18 May 2008

In other news,


Never let it be said that I don't know how to have a good time. Or at least a strange one. Um...

Wednesday, 2 January 2008

Drivel.


I seem to be talking a lot of hogswash lately. Thankfully, everyone else seems to, too.