XIII 8, 9: forgot all about gore

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Not the politician, nor similar proper-noun entities; I mean drawing violence. It came to me, as these things do, that I’ve forgotten how one draws viscera, charnel, internals. A nice stark skull is… Continue reading

Happy Birthday Mum

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To a most excellent lady. [ex:]

XIII 7: still tries like he means it.

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That feeling of catching up on one’s self.

XIII 5: late night housemates

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I once met my brother after we’d both been out; I went back to his old house, hung out with his friends. No idea what their names were. The bad quality of the… Continue reading

XIII 1, 3: yawnship down

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Hey look! Squid! And what may be an annelid. Those lungs are meant to be exiting her chest via an access port.

Pencil It In : BALLS – a study.

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Class 4: Interior of the Glucksman Gallery, University College Cork. Y axis is all wrong, but at least you can tell what it is. 20 minutes, charcoal, pencil, chalk. You know what’s difficult?… Continue reading

XIII: GAME START

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Home for Father’s Day means a bit of scanning on the side. First page of SKCHBK XIII, which hasn’t got a name yet. Feel free to suggest. Hooray, adventure. The sun has just… Continue reading

Pencil It In : Transparencies

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Glass is a fantastic, perfect material. Detail from 20 minute chalk study.

House Devost kobold

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The Mk.i kobold (house shrine) for House Devost. Original sketches for this are at the end of Vol.XII, and were significantly more ornate: this guy was just within my means as it was,… Continue reading

Pencil it in : life drawing.

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We started doing Pencil It In at the Glucksman. Although technically the title is “Pencil It In: Lunchtime drawing classes at the Glucksman”, it’s usually followed by breakfast. It’s fantastic. Class 4: life… Continue reading

what now what now whatnow

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I found XII in an art shop in Poitiers, ~c. Relative Youth. Few shops are more fantastic than art & craft shops; pure opportunity packaged in unlikely lurid plastic blisters. I bought some… Continue reading

XII end :: Crucible

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Goodnight Sweet Prince

XII 101: crua laoch

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Last page of XII (12.4.12). Sincere apologies to the Tomsphere, I’ve made you look like I-don’t-know-what.

XII 100: æ & Kt (comemmorative gold plated SE)

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And on page one hundred: the man æ & Katodile (more thankpologies)

XII 99: Kobold

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DvSt KOBOLD Mk.iii predicted to contain centralised house artificial persona (HAP), complete with drinking, advice, and culinary algorithms. Mk.i meanwhile is predicted to actually look nothing like this. Looking forward to clay though.

XII 98: calm down

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Ever have a snippet of imagery, as though you’re dreaming film trailers? I get it all the time. Tiny snippets of casual, charming conversation, eyes and dark hair, nerd revenge fantasies, a weaponised… Continue reading

XII 97: Talaria cyx

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My thanks to those being drawn in these pages. Eventually I will get around to everyone (every one) but for the meanwhile my apologies for not being able to represent ye in all… Continue reading

XII 96: get a sandwich

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I heard a definition of pornography as “media devoid of artistic merit”.

XII 95: shitkickers, cityslickers & JDC

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The good times are killing me. (comr: JDC)

news for yous

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Hyperbolic news everyone: the spine of the great book has collapsed and people have been killed by it. Tape has been applied but it’s unbecoming of such a distinguished volume In actuality, the… Continue reading

XII 94: colour all over

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Nwuanda, quotidian wtfjapan.jpg, drunk. Cat. only 7 pages now.

XII 93: Jack does not approve.

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XII 92: we should start our own gang pt.2

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If only every page was this full. Comrades talking, comrades spinning the steely wheels. Brace for terrible, terrible news.

XII 91: we should start our own gang

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The talk we had was both encouraging and depressing. The more colourful t-shirt has a beset city skyline in the bottom right corner.

XII 89, 90: coffee for lunch

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Bunch of stuff, but all really small for some reason. I checked today, and XII:Crucible has only nine blank pages left in it. Momentous.