Saturday, 10 May 2014
Seogwipo
A detail from Lee Joongseop street in Seogwipo, named for a local artist. It is absolutely beautiful, and full of little craft stores and attractive buildings. I picked the least picturesque thing on the road to draw, but I love the clutter on the outside of ordinary buildings.
Labels:
drawing,
jeju,
korea,
observational drawing,
seogwipo,
sketch,
sketchbook,
still life
Saturday, 15 February 2014
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.
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.
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-
Monday, 3 February 2014
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
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
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
Labels:
2d,
crash,
drawing,
fan art,
girl,
helicopter,
Tamika Flynn,
welcome to night vale,
wtnv
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
I’d take that last one, honestly. I’d take that honest, last one”
-Welcome to Night Vale by Commonplace Books
Labels:
cecil palmer,
chimney sweeps,
chimneys,
fan art,
illustration,
lot 37,
welcome to night vale,
wtnv
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
Labels:
carlos,
fan art,
illustration,
welcome to night vale,
wtnv
Tuesday, 24 September 2013
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
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.
Labels:
animation,
concept,
development,
drawing,
Episode 11,
exposition,
Runaways,
Rusty,
sheep,
story,
The Glorious Revolution
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
Labels:
2d,
animation,
art,
concept,
development,
dog,
drawings,
drawn,
farmer,
girl,
macpherson,
Runaways,
sheep,
staffordshire,
terrier,
traditional
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.
Its paw prints fresh in the virgin snow.
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.
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
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.
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.
Labels:
2d,
animation,
drawing,
inbetweening,
ink digital,
light box,
pencil
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