I did some all sorts of stuff like diary so’s to know digi’ again. mmm went a bit astray, shape out more usual as I found tug boat to www. whispers . more of images on this link
Illustration for The New York Times Book Review of Pure by Julianna Baggott.
Dystopian cheese flavouring crisps finger man has been busy dabbing the rocks. He is walking over to finish the rocks on the right mountain.
I got to do a map. This shows running routes around England and Wales. For Runner’s World Magazine.
Look at the map, travel across my favourite hedge ridden English hills to yours with intent. I have the Adam’s apple so I came round to mend something. You didn’t need me. I don’t like touching my Adam’s apple it feels weird. Wise woman specie told me when packing I should wrap my moisturiser in a plastic bag in case it spills in my rucksack, but I like to live on the edge. Can’t get a seat on the train I crammed myself into the isle, all squashed and my quivering flaky nose wouldn’t stop worrying about the moisturiser spilling. Need to be refreshed on this busy stale air train. Tilt the head back 90 degrees and stick out the tongue. Blow out with might and it will begin to rain a refreshment on your face. Fellow passengers don’t like me any more.
Set of images illustrating each section for a guide on gadgets. Put together by The Daily.
Poised I’m ready to wield my flailing limbs. There is only one place I could be. In the disco and humans want to have a pop with other humanoids. Cramp crusty dance floor it’s clammy, only a thimble full of room to flail. In the olden days they had room to spread engineered eagle eyed choreographed joint bending to the stretching. Sensual shuffling is our best. Tucked away too long on a cluttered cramped world wide web our ideas all the same. Just met Ethel and she supplies streamlined silky small talk questions. I answer them and explain the corner of the web which I’m tucked in, it’s saying nothing to you, I wish it did say something to everyone.
Now I’m trying to get away from you which I’m representing by spouting the word ‘anyway’ at you. He is a stubborn spouter he spouts sharp anyways. He has anyway clout. Now the artists who inspire me walked through the door, I type my login details. Do you look into my compositions as art. I make my textures for Photoshop by scanning in my poo smears on the toilet paper, go on you can trust me I am a fine artist. Anyway my dinner is going cold, anyway my cereal is going soggy.
Illustrations in Google Think Quarterly put together by The Church of London.
Dreg dreg only dregs left on mine RSS feeds,
I waft the soggy mud with seeds,
Plant grow up the fiddily trellis,
The drab drab building behind it I will diss,
One time I said stuff to the lady,
I said I wasn’t a shift man who is shady,
She says I am very weak man,
Who needs to peel skin off grapes to run indigestion ban,
I said “how are you” so your contacts we now share,
I become friends by eating medieval dog food for the dare,
Wasted time these are stagnant contacts with no deals,
Futuristic poetry for everyone alone reading tutorials.
Intel Celeron 1ghz | 3Dfx Voodoo II | 10 USB sockets
Illustration for the book Yuki 7: Looks That Kill
Please wrap your lips around the biscuit when taking a bite to stop crums from falling on the new carpet. This man was messy like the kind of fidderly person who comes in your room and looks at your objects and then never puts them back in the place he got them from. Hide your objects, hide your objects. The fine artist is coming and they want to turn them into found objects. If I place your conker next to your pebble it suddenly means conker is weak compared to pebble and the viewer has to ask themselves if they are strong or weak. The found object combination is so strong and the concept so high that spy uses as a distraction. Guards leave their posts to ask themselves a question. I took pictures of a banana rotting in my room and it means I’m a massive smeg head.
These are a couple of illustrations I got to do for Good Magazine and the article is <a href=”here“>.
The door I drew doesn’t slot into the fidderly car properly.
You have held intrinsic mouse button and intrepid drag mouse to highlight this text so you can read. If not my soggy plan hasn’t worked, but the quest has begun anyway. Cup of tea in free kit kat mug is prize, but you have to dip dog biscuit in tea and wait till goes soggy then eat. Skip forward to 8:25 in this video and listen till end then read rest http://youtu.be/tO_jmUDaHSA
A lot of stick is given to Hipsters, but I think some of that barks time should be up. Some can be naff scoundrels that snaffle bag of crisps from your multipack, but a trend in which being cool means at least recognising some beauty in the arts isn’t the worst trend. The idea of this trend could spread like Scholes spreading the ball. Then maybe maybe inspired contemporary design and music will become easier to find.
I had the chance to be in Ferocious Quarterly 2 along with other great artists. This is an illustration for a great short story by Virginia Konchan called Nude, A Study. I’m in the red book, printed with just a red and grey ink.
After adding milk to cereal I can not be distracted. Must eat cereal before it turns into soggy cereal. I know of humans who put their cereal with milk in the microwave to make it purposely soggy cereal. Everyone is good at drawing it just depends on your inspiration. Your taste is what directs the work and knowing the range of different ideas to steal and mush together so no one knows is the secret. I have to trust my taste. Cereal should not be soggy.
These are a few pages from the comic I got to do for Nobrow’s Graphic Cosmogony. The book had a 4 colour printing process, so I wanted to use a more graphic approach similar to the old adverts using grid design. I bought the book Grid Systems by Josef Müller-Brockmann and decided to go for a 20 field grid. Using it as a base to start work upon I found it very useful.
It is over. Inspiration is on the shelves of supermarkets and the cycle has begun. I wish I put my hand up in class. I fell over yesterday and Dorothy saw me spill my can. There was no undo (ctrl-z) like when I’m in my room alone on the software. Do you bother the furniture when you hoover? or is your patience 1gsm thin? Computing design has allowed humanoid with flimsy patience.
I’m the generation of the wire untangler. Untangling controllers and then wires at the back of computers, I am faster than you. Elders are supposed to teach me how to lay paving, mend the broken fence and pass on the knowledge of the man. However I show them how to use the computer. Barbara and Philip have no keen eye, but they are very chuffed having managed to dial in a design for the lovely tea rooms in the town centre. It is over.
Some people maybe have nine scoundrel pals, but some people have twenty nine scoundrel to talk about weather and what they do on weekend. Takes Dorothy nine day to get past smeg small talk and be your friend. Cassandra can do it in two day, but she has loads of hobby like soggy swimming and train the dog, so probably have something in common to turn you from scoundrel to pal. Maybe when grow up we consider log as friend, or never care like it’s scoundrel. There are people who need log and people who need fog, maybe depends what location humanoid grows in.