Tuesday 22 December 2009

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Have a lovely Christmas everybody x.

Tuesday 1 December 2009

VWORP VWORP, DR WHO MAGAZINE 1979-2009

Let's travel back through time and space to a few posts ago where I showed you my drawing of new Dr Who Matt Smith. Here he sits alongside his former incarnations each drawn by a different artist either from Doctor Who Magazine's past or present. You can find out more about the non-profit making fanzine Vworp Vworp and order it here.

More of my work (some Dr Who, some not) can be found on my website.

Friday 20 November 2009

IT'S BEEN A HARD DAY'S NIGHT...

...And I've been drawing a dog. That doesn't quite work does it? Never mind! My daughter's school is holding a bit of a Christmas do where things get made and sold and the money gets given to charity. And I've been volunteered to draw 100 pictures by the first week of December to sell at 50p/£1 each. This scruffy doggy is my first one so only 99 to go then...

Wednesday 14 October 2009

READING BETWEEN THE LIONS

Hello, with all the business of work going on I quite forgot to mention that I've a new book out, Reading Between the Lions by Gillian Swordy and published by Tamarind. It's a lovely rhyming story that deals with bullying and about the little boy who overcame it.

I've dedicated this one to my daughter's junior school, Sherwin Knight, where she's just been made deputy head girl and very proud of her I am too.

Saturday 10 October 2009

MATT SMITH is the ELEVENTH DOCTOR

I've been very lucky to be asked to draw a picture of the next Dr Who, Matt Smith for the cover of a non-profit making magazine called Vworp Vworp! The cover will feature all 11 television Doctors with each one being drawn by a different illustrator who's drawn for Dr Who Weekly/Monthly/Magazine since it started all the way back in 1979. The content of the magazine itself will focus on the comic strip adventures of the Doctor.

When the cover's finally finished with each Doctor added I'll show you- it's quite exciting for me to be in company of such talented (and in lots of cases, such downright famous) illustrators.

Right-o, work has kept me away from this blog for a while (I've got three books on the go) and will keep me away again for the next month at least but I'll try and pop on and add to it when I can. In the meanwhile, if you'd like to see some more of my Dr Who drawings you can pop onto my website if you like and have a poke round.

Sunday 26 July 2009

GARGOYLZ AT WATERSTONES

Here's a little display of Gargoylz at Waterstones in Maidstone which was good to see since my books aren't usually afforded promotion like this. And it's 3 for 2 at the mo so better hurry down there!

Saturday 4 July 2009

GARGOYLZ ON THE LOOSE...

As of 2nd July, the Gargoylz are now available to buy in shops and online. What's more they have their very own brand spanking new website which I've just visited for the first time. The website contains info on the Gargoylz books, characters and toys and there's even a game and special competitions where you can win lovely gargoyly goodies.

Thursday 25 June 2009

MY ROCHESTER TUTORS- Jackie Clark and Peter Gowers

These are two of my most favourite people I've ever known and I first met them when the world was 18 years younger than it is now. I was a fresh faced pup with a pocket full of rainbows and a head full of dreams in '91, just out of school and embarking on an art education. Jackie Clark (the smiley one without the beard on the right) and Pete Gowers (the grizzled one on the left. I'm joking, he's a sweet kid) were the very first tutors I had and I only had them for a year.

Now, I'm not the sort of person who makes an awful lot of friends- I tend to hang about on the periphery, I hide in the shadows and hope the world leaves me alone but in 1991 Jackie opened the door and coaxed me out and was warm and lovely and made me laugh. A lot.

And I'm not the sort of person who's awash with confidence either- I tend to muddle along, hope for the best and fumble my way through the dark but in 1991 Pete turned on the lights and illuminated the path and he was warm and sagely and swore. A lot.

Today, for the first time in months and months I had a day off and for the first time in years and years I went to visit them. Every bit as fantastic as they always were, I completely enjoyed several happy hours whiling away the time in the warmth of the sunshine and their company.

I can't begin to tell you how dear they are to me but I'm absolutely certain had it not been for that one glorious and golden year I had with Jackie and Pete, I wouldn't be an illustrator at all.

Saturday 20 June 2009

GRAHAM-CAMERON ILLUSTRATION

Some years ago when I was struggling to find any sort of work as an illustrator I was considering packing up and moving to the bleak town of Giveupsville. Until one afternoon a small chink of light broke the gloom and I received a life changing 'phone call from Mike of the illustration agency Graham-Cameron Illustration. He had responded to a letter I'd sent some time before asking for representation and he, Duncan and Helen lifted me up, put me back on my feet and jump started my career.

And I'll never, ever be able to thank them enough for all their hard work, support and advice through the years.

The little guy above who's splashing through a puddle of paint is a promotional drawing to be placed on a beermat for GCI, probably the best illustration agency in the world.

Friday 12 June 2009

BAD WOLF

I've only managed 14 hours sleep since Sunday morning and today's Friday. I think.

My poor little eyes are littler, blearier and redder than they've ever been before. And they sting a bit. The reason for the lack of sleep is having to meet my deadlines (or 'dead lions' as my little girl calls them). I've been bustin' guts to complete the final drawings of Gargoylz Put on a Show in which a ridiculous version of Little Red Riding Hood is performed.

But all the subterfuge that comes with that story and the red eyes that comes from illustrating that story reminds me of a time when I got up to some pretty good subterfuge myself...

I was a wee, freshed faced lad of 17 in 1990 with high ambitions and the world at my feet, which I suppose is why I had a part time job working at Tescos. They always made me do Saturday which is the worst day of the week to be sitting on a till from 8 in the morning 'til half 7 at night. I hated every minute of it and invariably left work with a headache. But the worst Saturday for a lad of 17 to be working on was FA Cup Final day and the 1990 Final was between Man United and Crystal Palace. I forgot to ring in sick.

So I arrived at work and was sent to my till by a sour faced supervisor and whilst ringing in the frozen peas (groceries, 59p) I devised my escape plan. Kick off was at 3pm but I had to be sitting in front of my telly by lunchtime as the FA Cup commanded a considerable build up back in the day, so I was going to have to work fast.

Break time came in which I had just twenty minutes to execute the most brilliant plan any boy ever devised to get out of work to watch football. Before going for a rest upstairs I bought a pack of colouring pencils (home and wear, £1.49), a pencil sharpener (also home and wear, 49p) and a small pair of tweezers (again, also home and wear, 99p). Upstairs in the changing rooms I sharpened a red colouring pencil down until I had a fine red dust which I applied around my eyes. I was starting to look a bit ill.

Next, I used the tweezers to pluck nose hairs from my nostrils which had two desirable effects: it made my eyes water uncontrollably and made me sneeze violently time after time so before getting back to the shop floor I plucked several more times. It was now do or die.

Slowly I shuffled back to my till, holding my head in one hand as I went. Immediately it was noticeable I was very sick. I started squinting, believing the lights ought to be hurting my eyes and the sour faced supervisors (not you Sandra, you were always very nice- I hope you're well) were now showing some concern as to my welfare especially as, believing noise ought to be hurting my ears, I couldn't hear a word they were saying.

Within 10 minutes I was skipping work and skipping all the way home. Back of the net!

United and Palace drew 3-3 with United winning the replay 1-0. Result!

Sunday 31 May 2009

MY FOX TROTS

There's a three legged fox who regularly curls up in my front garden to sleep off the meal he's just opened my bins to get. I don't mind the mess he makes too much though as I think he's quite sweet unlike the cats that do much the same thing.

The cats that visit are double hard. They put the frighteners up my fox and me and sometimes chase us off. My fox though, since he's missing a leg, doesn't run very fast. Also, because of his missing leg he veers to the left until he turns a large circle and starts running back the way he came which is unfortunate as the cats usually wait on his return.

The drawing of the fox above is taken from my sketchbook but it isn't my fox (count the legs).

Actually, writing this post reminds me of a teacher I used to have at school (Chatham Grammar School for Boys, fact fans) who only had one leg himself. He had a wooden one but died of Dutch Elm Disease at the tender age of 82.

Thursday 21 May 2009

THE LOOK OF LOATHE IS IN HER EYES...


...a look her scowl can't disguise. I'm pretty sure when this woman was younger she'd cry for a happy ending but those days are far behind her and now I just think she longs for any sort of ending at all.

I saw her a few years ago waiting for a train and the daft old romantic in me hoped the train would take her to some place where she'd be happy and loved. But those daft old romantic days are far behind me and now I just think she'd be a misery wherever she went.

It ain't natural to be so joyless and jaded and alone and deflated, I wanted to hug her myself but frankly she scared me. She radiated a dark, brooding terror and pigeons fell dead from the sky when she stared at them.

I wonder where she is now.

Ooooo(shivers), no I don't.

Friday 15 May 2009

BEAUTY AND THE BEASTS original b/w sketch

I know what you're wondering. You're wondering how much more I can ring out of the Beauty and the Beasts post I put up on 2nd May and referred back to again on 12th May.

You're wondering how someone so seemingly fluid in thought has the nerve to waste your time by chopping on about monsters again.

You're wondering how someone so seemingly infallible is so frightened of the opening 10 minutes of Carry on Screaming he can't bear to watch it. You're wondering how someone so seemingly flawless is even more terrified of balloons than he is of the aforementioned film. You're wondering what any of this has to do with anything.

I'll explain.

Because as the night and the moon and the stars give up their space for day, I stop in silence to watch the fishing boat pull slow across the sea. And old, half forgotten and half drowned dreams resurface, tugging my memory, begging for life and I'm dazzled by the speed and strength of their recovery. I'm haunted by her face and words I never got to whisper but now I realise the clouds are getting dark and the chill is getting crisper. All the while I stand on the bay in the rain, restlessly waiting for the boat to sail again. One persistent thought bobs up once more and carries through my mind as driftwood carries to the shore: wouldn't it be quite good if a big sea monster ate all them boats up?

There, much clearer isn't it?

So that children, is why monsters are so good. I look at my own personal demons, balloons and the opening 10 minutes of that film and I wouldn't be without those fears, not for a minute. Actually thinking about it, of course I'd prefer to live without them, who wants to be terrified of telly and parties? It's stupid.

Tuesday 12 May 2009

BEAUTY AND THE BEASTS sketchbook rough


This is the rough of the Beauty and the Beasts post I put up on 2nd May which I did in my A5 sketchbook. After I'd done the initial rough, I decided bits and pieces needed changing or improving and with this in mind I did corrections on a separate piece of paper and stuck them over the parts I wasn't so keen on.

I also added extra little details to make the composition more interesting and fill the space better. Once I started on the final drawing I continued to add further details to improve the illustration.

Saturday 9 May 2009

A HOPPY ENDING


Remember Fluffy from a few posts ago, trapped in the woods and surrounded by monsters?
Remember I said he was doomed?
Well I was wrong- he lives to hop another day, kids.

Friday 8 May 2009

CHARLOTTE DEWAR AND THE REVOLVERTRON


Think where man's glory most begins and ends
And say my glory was I had such friends.

WB YEATS (1865-1939)

I was at Camberwell College of Art in the mid-90's with some talented people but none more brilliant than my friend Charlotte Dewar (nee Mallaby). We designed and made this stunning little piece of crap one afternoon for fun and it only took about four or five minutes. Possibly twenty. Certainly no longer than the whole afternoon.

Charlotte helped me find my inner sisu and was responsible for making me blow more bogey bubbles per minute than anyone else from '93-'95. I always smile when I think about the stupid, jerky motion the bulb made when it rotated although I'm not sure what its function was other than to make us laugh.

Now The Revolvertron is safely stored in some box in some loft somewhere waiting patiently to be rediscovered.

Lovely and completely off her chump, Charlotte deservedly left college with a 1st Class Honours Degree and is now the Creative Director at People Brands.

I did considerably worse at college although I reckon I might of made it big in the sciences were I not an illustrator. Erm, probably would have designed rockets or something.

Tuesday 5 May 2009

I THOUGHT I SEWER MONSTER IN THERE!


Apologies about the title, my friends. More children in mortal peril here but this time they're in the sewers which, as everyone knows, is a favourite stomping ground for monsters. I don't know why the children would be in the sewage system in the first place and I expect they'll be in for a telling off if they make it back home.

I love drawing monsters and I think I might do some more...

Further drawings can be found via my other blog here, or you visit my website.

Saturday 2 May 2009

FROM LOCH NESS TO THE AMAZON VIA THE No. 36 BUS


What freak of nature wouldn't want there to be monsters lurking in some forgotten corner of the world? I long for there to be monsters and I know I'm not alone. There are people who set up camp on the shores of Loch Ness hoping to cop a brief glimpse of something wonderful.

And when I was a boy there was a local bus driver who spent 6 months of every year driving the no. 36 on its route, saving up his wages and spending the other six months of the year exploring the Amazon hunting for dinosaurs. I don't know if he ever had any luck but I do know that one year he never returned. I like to think he was eaten.

But as much as I hanker after monsters I wouldn't want to be eaten by them and I fear for the children in the picture above. Hopefully they'll escape but I'm pretty sure Fluffy's doomed.

Sunday 12 April 2009

iraVEAL A NEW GARGOYLE


Happy Easter, kids!

As a little Easter treat I'm posting a picture of Ira, a new Gargoyle from book 3, Gargoylz and the Midnight Feast. At least I think he makes his first appearance in book 3- me brain's so befuddled, your guess is as good as mine.

Like all the little stone Gargoylz he has a special power, but you'll have to read the book to find out what it is.

Monday 6 April 2009

THE BOLOGNA BOOK FAIR, 2009



Hello friends, we haven't spoken in a while and I'm so tired I can't even afford the time to think up a rubbish title for this post.

Duncan, my agent, has been on his travels and sent me these pics which are promoting the Gargoylz from this year's Bologna Book Fair. I didn't do the covers which might explain why they're so striking. But what I have been doing is the insides and that's a lot of work too for a fella of limited drawing ability.

Each book has around 100 b/w illustrations which each need scanning and emailing and the scanning and emailing alone takes hours for someone of limited technical ability. I've been up all night scanning and sending 32 corrections for book 3 of the Gargoylz and I'm not sure I have the time to steal just a few hours Egyptian PT as there's plenty more work that needs my attention.

I just didn't want you thinking I'd died or anything but many thanks to all those who thought I had and sent flowers.

Sunday 18 January 2009

TONY HART (1925-2009)



I woke up this morning to the sad news that Tony Hart has died at the age of 83. I grew up watching his art programmes and was always impressed and inspired with his speed and skill at using anything he had to hand to create a picture.

I'm sure watching Tony Hart and Morph for half an hour a week contributed to the art education of many children of a certain age, myself included and I thank him for it.

Rest in Peace Tony, at least Mr Bennett will stop pestering you now.

Saturday 10 January 2009

PICKING UP THE SCRAPS



This is a brand new drawing of Stewie Scraps who's now available to buy in his own book series. A bit of a loner, Stewie makes top inventions out of junk before having mad adventures with what he's made.

Stewie Scraps was created and written by the brilliant Sheila Blackburn and published by Brilliant Publications (who are also brilliant, funnily enough).