congratulations: brother and his excellent lady. an island? a distorted, contorto-neck, sans cranium but mit elbow. Love’s lips, glasses. pizza: secure delivery. a dead chick, found. refinery practice. The wonderful MOL (apologies). Aaaand… Continue reading
Getting food, getting along, getting the Dublin grit upon my craw.
remind me to pick up burger buns and booze.
Spiders. Top left a relic snuck out of hallucinatory sleep, now totally forgotten. RHA trip, just about. We’re on the wrong side of the tracks.
Did you see that last post, where the words “it’s a drawing, a day, of anything. Draw-count increments upways in a biweekly manner” somehow allowed themselves to be written? Cue diatribe, prime vasodilators left… Continue reading
“Do you keep [this blog] up to date?” Do I what.
Concepts and what-had-you for preceding poster’s successor and predecessors: Sideproject in an Daingean, 2012. It quickly became clear that designing graphics is totally different to “drawing a thing”.
RSM: I don’t know what the deal is with my phone.
Our excellent friends in Sideproject asked myself and The Man Æ to do a gig poster for their gig over the December opening weekend during the Other Voices music festival. This didn’t get… Continue reading
probably shouldn’t be tagging these.
These guys know what it’s about, aw yeah. This originally had more of a mural feel. Also, the original drawing in pen (standard, blue stationery pen) was bled white by the solvent in… Continue reading
VETERAN Print fidelity, yak yak. Small prints are much easier. Also available in
Can’t tell. Very much a “still getting into the swing of things sort of page.
Hey look! Squid! And what may be an annelid. Those lungs are meant to be exiting her chest via an access port.
Last page of XII (12.4.12). Sincere apologies to the Tomsphere, I’ve made you look like I-don’t-know-what.
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
I heard a definition of pornography as “media devoid of artistic merit”.