Is a thing that came to life in my sketchbook and has become a little bit of an obsession. I am not sure who/what they are or what they want from me but here they are in their most refined form.
don’t think we are done with these dudes there are many more ways they want to show up.
This one is mostly a result if me wanting to create something like Mike Stockings’s great tattoo artwork. He uses procreate on the iPad and I wanted to see if I could create something similar with Photoshop and a Wacom intuos. Here is the result. I had “The wolf is loose” by Mastodon going round in my head as I drew so this influenced the result as you can see!
This was a fun one. We had many ideas from boars to bees. Eventually after a bit of iteration we ended up with this. Three bees, BBBL, geddit? I love a bit of humour in a design!
This is a logo for a fictional shop. The idea for this popped into my head while out on a dog walk one morning watching the magpies. I am a big fan of all the corvids.
This was a task that I did for the Creativity and Navigating Uncertainty course. Although the images are not the strongest, I enjoyed following a broad creative brief and executing in keeping with the three stages of the process;
This is not portfolio work by any means, but interesting to see how a piece of work can come together with just a small impetus and a few parameters.
This is something a bit different. I had half a mind to do a daily “affinitober” vector drawing or similar. It took me too long to get something done and much harder to turn out something vaguely good in vector than a sketch. So this never happened but I did have an urge to finish this piece which is day 1 “morning” . I had been flicking through a book of airbrush art and I wanted to get that retro, airbrish feel but with vectors.
I did this Vector for a T-shirt design for my Brother-in-law. I work better if I have a deadline. Pretty happy with this guy. Also, do you spot the error I made with the chicken?
Below that you can see the iteration with the Back to the Future reference. This one I printed for my brother-in-law brother.
Wandering around Margate doing a treasure trail with the family, I couldn’t help but notice that Margate is absolutely choc full of fantastic type!
You cry
You never cried before
Now it’s a thing you can remember how to do
One of the few threads left
This sadness
That it’s become this way
You’ve become this way
The pattern of your life is
Not
a pattern
anymore
You are not sure why you are here
Or when
You always joked about losing your mind
Take me out side you said
With a shotgun you said
Take me to the lake you said
But there is not a lake deep enough for this loss
And I don’t have the mettle to take you there even if it there was
And where are we going to get a shotgun from?
This ain’t America
thank god
and if I did find one
from some farmer perhaps
how would I even find the words
to remind you every few minutes
Why I am asking you to turn around
While I point a shotgun
at your head.
I feel the constant vibrations of your world around me,
all day, sharp juddering against my smooth flesh,
In this pot,
I am adrift.
Still, I feel the connections of my kin,
grown, growing,
dying and dead,
seed and shoot,
far and near.
Even though round me is barren,
I have this small fertile pool,
I can put forth memories of my future,
even that might not be,
if there is not enough space for them here,
I take this as I take a stone
in the earth,
where my roots feel out,
One way,
the other,
no matter.
I express myself through the air,
parting molecules with my firm, juicy, chaotically uniform shapes,
I jut out in pairs from my core,
I express ever outward,
I need for nothing but emergence,
I exist only to jam song form through the air,
as my secret roots bind me.