Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Night on the Farm



~

The sheep dog sleeps beneath the gutter,
its back legs shake, and it's eyelids flutter.
It runs in dreams, its head bowed low,
Its paw prints fresh in the virgin snow.
The wolf within begins to stir,
A thing of teeth and matted fur.
The dreaming dog gives joyous chase.
The perfect dog, in the perfect place.

~
The nesting hen amongst the hay,
Shut inside on a sultry day,
Dreams of claws and scaly armour,
And of eating Andy Todd the farmer.
A set of teeth replaced her beak,
Her talons glistened, sharp and sleek,
And mammals fell beneath her claws,
And squeaked their last between her jaws.

~
 
Eyes wide open, staring, haunted,
A good night’s sleep was all he wanted,
So at 2am, Farmer Todd,
Got up, and kneeled, and prayed to God.
“At night,” he says, “I’m all alone,
Cold and naked, far from home.
The dark has teeth and trees have eyes,
In a strange land, under foreign skies.”

-Ewan Green-

Tuesday, 28 January 2014

Stevenson Sketch

 
-Elaine Breck Stewart-
After a character from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson
I would love to see a gender-reversed version of his stories, so I did this. :D

Thursday, 23 January 2014

Parrot Soldier


Sgt. Jacques Oiseau de la Plume Rouge
(morning sketch)

Sunday, 5 January 2014

Tamika Flynn

"During the weather, I got word from some witnesses at the helicopter accident. The Sheriff’s Secret Police found several large slingshots and heavy stones nearby that matched, in size and shape, the dents on the helicopter’s engine casing. They also found a well-worn and heavily-notated copy of Death Comes for the Archbishop by Willa Cather."
- from “Missing”, episode 36 of Welcome to Night Vale by Commonplace Books

Monday, 16 December 2013

Lot 37

"I go now to find myself, or to find who has myself, or to find someone that might make me feel better about what happened today.
I’d take that last one, honestly. I’d take that honest, last one”
-Welcome to Night Vale by Commonplace Books

Friday, 1 November 2013

Welcome to Night Vale Fan Art


"My brave Carlos stepped out into the pit, climbing down the slope. At first onlookers were horrified at his lunatic descent, then they were confused as he got to the city much faster than they expected. and then there was panic, as their eyes told them a story they could not understand, let alone believe. “Behold,” said Carlos, standing in the center of the underground city, “This is not an enormous city miles below the earth, it is a very small city about 10 feet below the earth, populated by tiny people who have had to spend a year slowly climbing the ten feet to our world.” He gestured at the spires which came up approximately to his knees. “We have nothing to fear.” Well, if Carlos says it, I will happily repeat it.
We have nothing to fear, and never did.”
-Welcome to Night Vale, Ep 25, by Commonplace Books

Friday, 6 September 2013

Malcy's Mistake


-
The nesting chook amongst the hay,
Shut inside on a sultry day,
Dreams of claws and scaly armour,
And of eating Andy Todd the farmer.
A set of teeth replaced her beak,
Her talons glistened, sharp and sleek,
And mammals fell beneath her claws,
And squeaked their last between her jaws.
-

 

Sunday, 1 September 2013

September Foreigners' Market

It was too hot, so all the trees, the stalls, and the other people melted as I was drawing them.
By the end we were floating in white space, just us and the sun, which was weird.
Also, there was no shade.

Thursday, 22 August 2013

Bad Dog


"It is time you discovered your true nature.


...elegant, dignified, fierce."

Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Rationale

I've come to the most challenging part of my story. There are some pretty improbable things to come after this image. Should I explain Rusty's thought processes? They are pretty interesting thoughts for a dog. I don't generally like this expository stuff. Let's see what comes naturally.

Monday, 29 July 2013

Sketch from Guinsa


Just returned from an incredible trip to the mainland. This amazing temple was definitely the highlight. It is nestled between two mountains and can fit up to ten thousand monks at capacity, although the kitchens can accommodate twice that many.

Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Runaways Poster Design

I think it might work a bit better if they're further apart, like in a Where's Wally picture.

Thursday, 27 June 2013

First draft of a poem for Runaways

This is to do dual service as a fun poem about ancestral memory, and to foreshadow a later reversal of roles for two of the main characters.


Night on the Farm

The sheep dog sleeps beneath the gutter,
its back legs shake, and it's eyelids flutter.
It runs in dreams, its head bowed low,
Its paw prints fresh in the virgin snow.
The wolf within begins to stir,
A thing of teeth and matted fur.
The dreaming dog gives joyous chase.
The perfect dog, in the perfect place.

The nesting chook amongst the hay,
Shut inside on a sultry day,
Dreams of claws and scaly armour,
And of eating Andy Todd the farmer.
A set of teeth replaced her beak,
Her talons glistened, sharp and sleek,
And mammals fell beneath her claws,
And squeaked their last between her jaws.

Eyes wide open, staring, haunted,
A good night’s sleep was all he wanted,
So at 2am, Farmer Todd,
Got up, and kneeled, and prayed to God.
“At night,” he says, “I’m all alone,
Cold and naked, far from home.
The dark has teeth and trees have eyes,
In a strange land, under foreign skies.”

-Ewan Green
04/7/13

Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Nature

Awe-inspiring, beautiful, spiritual. The natural world is full of wonders.

Sunday, 9 June 2013

This Is Fun

They don't eat chips properly in Korea. (From a newspaper in the rain)

Fresh fish and chips in the sun on a white sandy beach is alright for those that can't get any better.

Saturday, 1 June 2013

Inbetweening!

My arm aches a bit, but damn its good to be doing this again. Reminds me of the amazing time we had at Ink Digital.

Thursday, 23 May 2013

Sharing Khef

I wrote this in an email to a friend and it's as good a window into my thoughts and feelings as I've been able to express so far. -

I just want to make and sell films. The main way I want to do this is by periodically releasing very short, but intriguing films and charging a small amount for the newest one, so the rest build interest. In other words, I won't release the first until I have a second in the bag to sell. I can give the first away, or sell merchandise at festivals to bring attention to the one behind the pay wall. Otherwise, I'd like to attach it to a magazine, newspaper or comic, since a monthly comic is what it's closest to in terms of pace. One 'scene' per episode, with a bit of a cliff-hanger. Think of the way Watchmen is broken up for example, and was originally released as a serial alongside other stories.
I don't know which of these, if any, will pan out, but even if they don't I will have made a new film, which is my goal more than anything else to begin with.

There's no losing along this road, and there's space for the romanticism that keeps me going.