Improvised sketchbook decorating in progress. The outside has been completely covered in paper feathers, which took most of the afternoon, and I’ve yet to decide what to do with the back endpaper (this is the front one).
This sketchbook so far has been ‘approached’ by picking a random page and drawing/painting on it rather than doing it in sequence; for some odd reason, that seems to have helped my ideas ‘flow’ a bit better.
Also dreaming is totally the main event.
Improvised doodle from this morning.
I had to take a photo of this because my scanner is a cretinous fuckwit.
Redrew an old thing. There was going to be an alternate version with a happy gas-mask-bong-cat but I screwed it up and am going to redraw that as well (I made the mistake of starting it in black pen when purple would’ve looked a whole lot better.)
Comparing these has astonishingly cured my impromptu bout of getting-nowhere-based paranoia…
It’s happened! The milestone of a lifetime! This blog officially has…
Thanks everyone, you’re the best. :’D
The writing on the first one is from Generation X by Douglas Coupland.
The second one was originally intended to say “On the edge of something marvellous” but there was neither the word, nor enough letters to make it, in my little stash of collage things. There are, however, bits of writing to make the phrase “Festival of Paranormal Investigation”, which is good to know.
Also I have to get some more red paint as the neck of the bottle has snapped off at the base for some entirely unknown reason.
Face Eater lives in Plymouth-upon-Space with his partner, a gestalt entity manifested as a two-headed breatharian airedale terrier called Bone Grinder. The pair of them are both seeing different creatures from different Black Lagoons on the side.
The nebulae on this were a lot more vibrant to start with but they went borderline-invisible when they dried.
A bunch of (mostly) black and white stuff in no particular order. The oldest of these is from 2010, if I remember correctly.
T-shirt/sticker design version of that pessimistic WipEout 2097 cat from a while back. I originally drew and painted the text by hand but it looked rubbish so I redid it with the wonderous power of modern technology instead, using this awesomely accurate free-use font (whoever Mike Lynch is, he is a fucking legend).
The cat was originally going to have “unlucky” underneath, which would’ve made more sense in terms of the original thing it was based on, but the large number of massive letters threw the balance off.
Inspired by Another Night by Heavens.
Black and white album covers result in black and white art, apparently (as if I need any encouragement)
Character development doodles from last night; I actually got somewhere with rewriting Milo’s backstory (yaaaay).
Hayley (for anyone who can actually read that scribbling up there) goes AWOL in the end, it’s ambiguous as to whether or not she gets her act together, partly because I haven’t got that far yet. She’s not an inherently bad person, she just falls in with some people who would really benefit from taking a housebrick to the head.
As for Milo, she goes the other way and makes friends with people who actually treat her with respect and give her numerous necessary nudges in the right direction, which is how she ends up going from being a totally neurotic mess to a relatively confident mess. Her gobbiness comes from learning to stand up for herself and getting a bit overzealous with it.
Couple of Trapdoor doodles; the Bugpipe and the Flyin’ Wotsit Fingy.
I was also going to do the fish and the Loch Ness monster from ‘Strange Goings On’ but I can’t concentrate when it’s 30 degrees (of the celsius persuasion) outside…
- Unfinished fish
- Florin and the result of me thinking about things in the nighttime (sounds dangerous)
- Jackalope and the result of me thinking about things in the daytime (IS dangerous)
Also, unrelated, but the new series of Noel Fielding’s Luxury Comedy has a trio of singing claymation dolphins in the intro. I repeat: Three dolphins. That are singing. That in itself is already a massive improvement on the previous series.
(dolphins are important)
The irrepressible Jirair Mirzoyan (also known as Mercy for some odd reason) is having fun and singing a right proper bangin’ choon.
He’s another one of those characters who is referred to by a nickname by practically everyone in-context… and I go ahead and keep calling him by his proper name like an obstinate git. His spirit animal is probably a bear…unicorn…thing. It’s a bearicorn. A very rare and majestic beast.
His tattoo was posted before I actually did a proper drawing of him; that is disorganised.