Thursday, November 29, 2012

Flora



If the testtube rack looks wonky it's because I made it. God it was good to drill and sand and swear at timber again.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Fiddler on the roof

All I seem to do these days is "fiddle" and "doodle" and other verbs that allude as much to inconsequential activity as they might to something dirty. But as long as I don't think about it too long it's okay.

So anyhow, here are some doodles arising from fiddling with watercolour and a new 0.05mm felt tip.

Mmm. Felt tip.

If you know what I mean.





(Also here's some shots of the party, including the sole one I got of my pasteups. T'was a fun night, an amazing venue, but also an obligatorialy painful few days after.)



I'm too old for this shit.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

In cinemas this summer...


I had a bad day at work and had to relieve some tension. (Significant levels of crazy have become apparent in my cafe job's management.)

I'd go on, but there's already enough vitriol on the internet. And I can't go to sleep if I'm angry.

Ffffft.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Copy down

Paste up.

(For a party in a disused WWII bunker tonight. I'm excited!)





Thursday, November 15, 2012

Solid.

A poster that evokes kind of mixed feelings. Illustrator is a beast I am yet to properly tame. Along with, you know, composition and colour and stuff.

Crap.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Long time no see

What a strangely truncated phrase. I wonder how it originated?

Anyway, le fuckwit and I are slowly, slowly settling into our new place.
(I actually drew this over a week ago. Fuck you, lack of internet and scanner at home!)
We got some cookware, crockery, cutlery and, most importantly, groceries a couple of days ago, so I was able to make our inaugural home cooked dinner (the tinned tuna sandwiches we'd been living off up until then don't count) - huevo rancheros and barley cornbread.
Southern style with a side salad. Nomnomnom.
Setting up a home (mostly) from scratch is a lot harder than I thought it'd be. I feel a lot more invested in this place than I have elsewhere. I don't just want a couch, but I want one that looks decent. And maybe bowls that match. Things like that. It's... very odd. I am feeling a frustration at my house not looking the way I'd like it to that I would have scoffed at in the past. What have I become?

Aaaah.

Anyway, here's a photo of a selection of toy handguns we now have adorning our kitchen wall. Just 'cause they look cool. My favourite's the second from the right, a wooden rubber band gun. While it has neither accuracy or power on its side, it's pretty boss to look at and would probably still get you arrested should you take it out at an airport. 
Also here's a drawing of some gawky teenager I saw who I'm a bit in love with. His locks were incredible. 

I'm still not creating as much as I'd like, and it's kind of frustrating. Working 6 days a week is beginning to take its toll. I need to work something out. Maybe a timetable, or some self motivation technique, or a cheap speed dealer or-zzzzzzzzzz

Thursday, November 1, 2012