Dodo

You're gone,
and I am missing you,
your waddle and your crow,
you might have been an ugly bugger,
I guess, we'll never know.

Deputy

Little drawing of the Deputy, Bob Marley didn't shoot...

Captain Flint

The worlds unluckiest Pirate

Poetry again

I never met a manta-ray,
I never wish to meet one,
but I can tell you anyway,
I'd rather meet than eat one.

Treasure Island

As everybody seems to be posting things from the never realized musical version of Treasure Island, so will I.
These are sketches for Logos I did for Uli...

Drawnography finally lives up to it's name

There are a lot of tasty girlie drawings on some of the neighboring blogs, so I thought it was time for some willies...

Poetry again

Ooh, I feel another poem coming on:
If you read this you must either say the word week particularly sharp and short or pull the word brick a bit longer than usual, no, no, bear with me, it's worth it...

Art:
The Gallery across the street
had an opening last week.
This week they haven't got one,
someone filled it in with brick.



And

Love poem:
A yew stood on an island,
they called the isle of yew,
the more I think about it,
the more "Isle love you too"

One more Love poem:

Unliked?
You?
I like you.
Unlike you,
who,
I hope,
likes me.


more soon

Angels and Devils

I think this all came about due to the hello kitty type of cute designs you find on purses and t-shirts.
I know it looks nothing like it, but that's where it started.
Maybe I'll turn it into simple flash animations for mobile phones, oops I forgot, I hate mobile phones.
Why are the girls angels and the boys devils?
Well, with the exception of baroness Thatcher, I leave this one to you to figure out.

Sock King

A while back I doodled these little guys for a friend of mine in Germany, who was celebrating the fact that his toddler son was able to pull his own socks off.

Parents, ey, what are they like...

Feathers

About 2 Years ago, before I started working on Valiant, I decided it would be a good idea to get into the bird groove, so I started drawing some feathered friends. As I am neither a fan of pigeons nor falcons, I drew Crows, which I prefer.
Not surprisingly this exercise did nothing for the project, but it didn't hurt either.

Bzzzzz

In May this Year we took posession of a small swarm of bees (about 6000) but were quite unsure as to their chances of survival as they had a virgin queen.
Anyway, they pulled through, there are some 40,000 of them now and we might well get our fingers sticky this autumn.
They all live in the back of our garden...
Ah is this not happiness

Viruses

Terry Gilliam was trying to turn Time bandits into a series some years ago.
2 of the characters were a couple of virus estate agents, selling prime spots in human bodies to other germs and viruses.
It never happened but I got to shake the man's hand.
Haven't washed since.

Timemachine

Here as promised...
the range is unfortunately restricted from 2000bc to 2005ad, and, as I mentioned, it's broken at the moment.
Click on the pictures for a closer look at the workings.

Models

Just got around to taking some photos of models I made.
There's the duck, which I did for Uli Meyer on a proposed feature, Mr Bean, which was done for a laugh whilst working on the series, and those of you who have litluns may recognise Peppa pig, sculpted as a prototype for the toy manufacturers.
The last picture is a piece of conceptual art, called: " A brush with death" featuring a small metal skull I found on the street one day...
Tomorrow I will be posting photos of a working Timemechine I built 2 years ago.
It broke since but I will fix it again...

Will it work this time?

A small selection of silly doodles which I doodled a while back...
Mobile phones, or mobiles, are what you Americans call cellphones, just to fill you in...

More Poetry

It seems I still can't attach pictures to my blog from Safari at home
so.here's more poetry...
Hey, I warned you.
If any of you are not familiar with William Blakes Poem, here it is, before I subject you to my rewrite:

The Tiger:

TIGER, tiger, burning bright  
In the forests of the night,  
What immortal hand or eye  
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?  
 
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?  
On what wings dare he aspire?  
What the hand dare seize the fire?  
 
And what shoulder and what art  
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,  
What dread hand and what dread feet?  
 
What the hammer? what the chain?  
In what furnace was thy brain?  
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?  
 
When the stars threw down their spears,  
And water'd heaven with their tears,  
Did He smile His work to see?  
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
 
Tiger, tiger, burning bright  
In the forests of the night,  
What immortal hand or eye  
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?


And now:

The Spyder:

Spyder Spyder burning bright
in the cupboard of the night
What immortal hand or eye
could frame thy creepy crawlyness

In what dusty cracks or nooks
inside shoes and behind books
do you wingless monster lurk
you whose mouth will never smirk.

And what ellbow and what limb
does enable you to skim
'cross the goss'mer of thine net
you who never saw a vet.

What the slipper what the spray
do they kill you, I say nay
what the hoover with its roar,
does it suck you evermore

when the stars are in their sleep
and the soggy heavens weep
in dry corners do you still
feed on flydoms overspill

Spyder Spyder burning bright
in the cupboard of the night
If I see thy helpless rump
I just wet myself and jump.


Also, look out for future poetic outporings, such as:

Poodle poodle burning dull
in the woods near Sollyhull

Mudskipper mudskipper washed away
from his abode in the clay

Robin robin burning brief
on a twig without a leaf

Jellyfish jellyfish, glassy ball
gosh you wouldn't burn at all

Poetry

Not a lot of people know that I should actually be the current Poet laureate, but the Queen seems to be of a different opinion.
Here are come of my proudest poetic achievements.:

The wooden stream:

The Po is a river,
the oak's a tree
and no amout of poetry
will ever make the Po a tree.


or this one, my shortest one yet, has to be read by belting out the ee and the ore:

Donk ee or mule
I can't tell.

or this one:

I once knew a man
who's estate
was in a state,
not to mention
his mansion.

Or this one which refers to my girlfriend, who used to have 2 allotments in southeast London and is a phonetic palindrome.


Her two allotments meant a lot to her.

Anyway, tomorrow I shall delight you with a rewrite of William Blakes famous Tiger poem
for now I will leave you with 3 more morsels of insanity, that I illustrated.
When reading "Seeing Things" remember to leave a pause after the word "back" in each line...

Also, hello Holger, delightful to hear from you, must mail some E...

Bob

Aah, just looking at the stuff we did for transitional Bob.
May still happen.
The concept comes from Steve Goldman, an exceedingly hip New Yoiker who got in contact with me 4 Years ago, proposing a series of films, following one guy across America. Bob is an old hippy, based loosely on the American writer Richard Brautigan (lookswise) but he turned into a much less hairy character later.
There are elements of the big Lebowsky in him, as he over analyzes every aspect of life...
May still happen.
I animated the first 40 seconds of a potential Teaser/Trailer in Flash, now I just need to pull my finger out of my arse and finish it...
May still happen.
Anyway, first designs are top, later stuff at the bottom.
Notice a brief similarity to Tom Cruise...
how did that happen?

Long time ago

Several Years ago I went through a brief stint of doing 3-strip cartoons for a media company.
They wanted to turn it into a Dilbert type regular item but never actually got the writing right.
I didn't get involved in the ideas but just followed orders and drew the things.
Having said that, doing any type of narrative work, regardless whether it is any good, conceptually, is a happy-making experience and I remember spending blissfull Sunday afternoons, doing these simple setups.
I think comics may be something I have to get my fingers dirty with some day...

Why doesn't it fall over?

Hiya all, well, it seems to be working now.
So before I ring my own bell, I would like to ring the one of Count Shilovsky, a russian nutter who, in 1913 build a car with only 2 wheels, and it worked. It obviously never caught on, but who cares if it's this great.
Apparently he retired near where I live now...
Check him out at: http://www.dself.dsl.pipex.com/MUSEUM/TRANSPORT/gyrocars/schilovs.htm
if that's your sort of thing.
more from me once I found something worth posting.

Something ain't working

Hello there all those who have come here again.
My Blogthusiasm is currently severely dented by my webbrowser, which folds every time I try to attach a picture...
So it's not that I don't love you, it's that I'm too daft, but I'm on the case...

Welcome Friends of man

I promise there will be summing here later.