Friday, 17 February 2017

The Exiled Queen



My warmest regards
For your beautiful letter.
Your wonderful welcome
Could not have been better.

I was sitting alone
When it flew past the shutter,
And a breeze brought it down by my feet
With a flutter.

The blue of your ink
Will remind me of home
I'll take it out often,
As I read it alone
And hold it with care,
To my chest with both hands,
And think fondly of you,
And these windy young lands.

Your beautiful bird
Brought a smile through my tears,
And banished my gloom,
My sorrows and fears.
Just how you have made this,
So delicate and wise,
With just paper and skill,
A letter that flies! 


Sunday, 12 February 2017

Sir Barry



He cuts a fine figure,
In his burgundy gown.
A vender of vigour.
A young frog about town.

A high social climber,
despite his wet skin,
but the servants and houseboys,
still won’t let him in.

For the folk of blue blood,
and the well-heeled young witches,
disdain folk of the mud,
the denizens of the ditches.

And so every night
Once the wine is all drunk,
he'll return to his home,
in a hollowed out trunk.



Friday, 27 January 2017

The Ballad of Old Ezme



Don your hats, it's time to play.
Today's the day!
Today's the day!

Old Ezme's hunting round today,
Chase her away!
Chase her away!

The red hats guard from such as her,
see them pass in a crimson blur.
Chase her away!
Chase her away!

The white hat has the final say.
Come what may!
Come what may!

The guilty for their crimes must pay,
Lock them away!
Lock them away!

Old Ezme couldn't help but sink,
so let's throw her in the drink!
Into the bay!
Into the bay!

(in a different hand)

But Ezme didn't die that day,
So they say...
So they say...

She pulled out a sieve, and sailed away,
So they say...
So they say...

And white hat tried, but couldn't follow,
her cries rang bitter, wroth, and hollow.
All the sails on the ships were slack,
as she watched old Ezme's shrinking back.
Sailing away...
Sailing away...

Monday, 23 January 2017

Witch Knight



I've long since done fighting
and hung up my armour.
I'm finished with knighting,
and now I'm a farmer.

But when I am needed,
and calamity threatens
I'll put on my armour,
and sharpen my weapons.

Against those such as me,
many spears have been broken.
I have limbs like a willow,
and a will that is oaken.

Thursday, 12 January 2017

Alistair the Frog



I punt down the river,
and sleep by its side,
Although I sell lots of things,
I don't charge for a ride.

The frogs although gifted,
don't have a quick mind,
So they turn to the foundlings,
and those left behind,

To sell people their wares,
their weaving, and pottery.
I've won the greatest of prizes,
in life's lazy lottery.

Friday, 6 January 2017

Plummet


"A bell would be loud
to drop from up here,
but the sound it would make
would be perfectly clear."

"A pigeon would take
far too long to land,
even if I could coax it
with a crumb from my hand."

"The pin from my hair knot
would be far too small,
I wouldn't hear the sound
of its landing at all."

"There must be a way,"
thought the girl, "To test,
what floats, and what doesn't,
and what plummets the best."




Monday, 21 November 2016

'Cuppa' by Selina Nwulu


Cuppa
April 30, 2016



Put the kettle on.
I’m not being funny but he’s well fit
no, you don’t understand
they’re all sinking in the Mediterranean sea
I’m actually speaking objectively here
our borders have become dense and long
it’s more an observation really
his face is near symmetrical
and their ships have burst into splints
it’s hypnotising
the sea is bloated with people’s limbs
it’s post attraction really
I’m appreciating him as a work of art
their memories did not make it either
well, of course I wouldn’t say no!
they’re all sinking in the Mediterranean sea
but that’s not the point
anyway, we still going out Friday?
watch how the bubbles float and pop.
Kettle’s boiled.

By - Selina Nwulu

Monday, 3 October 2016

Art Challenges



The Albatross

It's been a long time since I've been able to do one of these! Here's my third Inktober drawing. The rest can be found on my twitter - @GreenEwan


Tuesday, 23 August 2016

Mama Can't Raise No Man




Mama Can't Raise No Man will be published with a huge launch at the Hackney Empire on the 27th September, and can be preordered - here. The details of the artists performing live at the event are on the same website. 





At first, I included some explorations of compositions, and different ways to show the idea. After one was chosen I fleshed it out, and after one more round of feedback, I began drawing the final image.






I cycled around Richmond for a while, taking reference shots from suitably knobbly trees, to evoke the idea in the brief that the character has grown up wrong in the absence of a father-figure, and settled on this Horse Chestnut. I also took some grass for the base. 

For the colours, my brief was to include the Pan-African flag colours of green, black, and red. This would be a little tricky, as the flag colours weren't very naturalistic, but after checking out what they symbolised, I figured we could use the figures and tree to stand for black and green, and the text could have the red. Here's the explanation from wikipedia - 


"The Universal Negro Catechism, published by the UNIA in 1921, refers to the colors of the flag meaning:[6]
Red is the color of the blood which men must shed for their redemption and liberty; black is the color of the noble and distinguished race to which we belong; green is the color of the luxuriant vegetation of our Motherland."

 It was an absolute pleasure to work on this cover. I really hope it helps Robyn get as much exposure as he deserves. He's an inspiring guy, not least because he's not one for waiting around for people to come and find his book. -




Finally, the back cover. This book sounds awesome!






Friday, 3 June 2016

Prisoner to the Streets




This is the cover I designed for the republication of Prisoner to the Streets. It was commissioned to celebrate the publication of his new novel Mama Can't Raise No Man, which is coming in September! 

This was a real team effort with the author Robyn and our publisher Crystal, and after a lot of back and forth I'm super proud of the final result. 

Thursday, 3 March 2016

Vancouver Science World




Thanks Kendra and Cody for an awesome day at Science World! The staff had never seen someone scrutinise the human arm for so long. At one point we were standing around this poor woman, everyone with their sleeves rolled up, trying to match muscles with a real disembodied human arm. I have so little pigment in my skin, I may as well have been an exhibit.

Monday, 7 December 2015

Don't Be Alien


My first published book is available now on iBooks!

This all started when I tweeted someone called Crystal Mahey Morgan after she just killed it on Front Row, which is a British arts discussion show on the radio.




Crystal replied! And even better, hinted there might be something for an animator further down the road. Later, this led to an offer to make an animation for one of her companies flagship products, an ebook featuring music and animation called Don't Be Alien.

It's been a huge pleasure to work on this. Throughout the whole process a great deal of trust and respect has flowed both ways, and I hope I can work with everyone on the team again soon.


Tuesday, 6 October 2015

Return

I'm back from my longest gap away in a long time. I'm currently working on an animated book called Don't Be Alien, and I'll be posting about that in the next month or two. Also, it feels really good to draw something that makes no sense for no reason:

Tuesday, 26 May 2015

Hogfather - the Animatic



I finally finished this personal project as a learning experience for making storyboards. Time to start another.