Get inked
Lately i've been able to explore some different illustration techniques, including inking up a few sketches. Hopefully this will be the first of a few in the medium for me. This one is of the bike path that runs next to Rushall station.
I've been lucky enough to start a great internship at Studio Round in Melbourne but i'll keep the illustrations flowing too.
Don't ditch it, switch it!
I've been focusing mainly on design work for the last few months (more on that soon), but I've managed to sneak in a few short illustration jobs. Here's a poster fresh from the desk - it's for a mates clothes swap (come if you like). More soon.
From the drawing board...
I thought i'd put a few of these recent sketches on the blog. Just a few quick illustrations that I really enjoyed creating.
Three little stories
Well it's been awhile between sketch-blogs (my bad) but I've been busy illustrating a 64 page book.
It is a collaboration with a writer and good friend, Jo Lourey. Here's a peek...
An excerpt from 'Percy'
Morning.
The fresh cry of pigeons hiccuped from the trees. A few streets away, a tram rumbled past, vaguely echoing in the corner of his mind. His alarm hadn’t pierced the room, but somehow, telepathically, Percy already knew he was late.
Eyes fogged with sleep, he snatched his watch blindly from the bedside table, hoping for another hour, forty minutes, even ten. He blinked steadily at the time for a moment, before accepting his fate with a deep groan.
30 minutes late.
He stretched, reluctant to emerge from his warm cocoon of blankets. The mornings still had a bite to them this time of year, and there was no real urgency, as he was opening shop himself this morning. The small Nicholson St opportunity shop Percy worked in smelt of cinnamon and mothballs, and there were rarely insistent customers at 9am.
Still….
Grudgingly, slowly, Percy eased himself out from the under the covers, wiping his eyes and starting the room rattling, looking for fresh clothes. He found them, buried and folded, burrowed into the nooks and crannies of the drawers. As he pulled on his patched jacket he glanced sideways in the mirror for a brief moment’s despair. The curly, fiery red hair had not changed colour overnight.
Edinburgh
Some of my travel journals from late 2008.
One of Edinburgh's many steep streets that curve up and out of sight.
On the water of leith walkway. My favorite walk on a cold and wet morning (and there were plenty of those).
A view of where I was living, Henderson Row. Drawn from inside a little warm cafe - terrible coffee though.
Drawing the construction of a building over several months. This later formed the idea behind a calendar, with each month illustrating a different stage of the building process.
...a few weeks later.
A magician on Princess Street. He was pretty good too.
On the train to London. Four scottish ladies finishing a rather large bottle of whiskey (needless to say they were quite a bit louder by Kings Cross).
A view from the kitchen of the Henderson Row flat.