27 December 2014
20 December 2014
13 December 2014
06 December 2014
Cabin Pressure: Douz
"... With a little bit of all your money."
"I don’t have any money."
"I don’t have any money."
Someone had the brilliant idea of listening to one episode of Cabin Pressure for each day leading up to the final two episodes, and I vowed to do a drawing per episode ... we'll see how that goes. I'm posting them as I do them on my Tumblr; they will trickle onto here in the coming weeks.
14 September 2014
On Display at the Tate Modern
Can't resist some good crowd sketching, even (especially) when I'm supposed to be doing something else.
31 August 2014
Radio(ish) Audience
These beautiful people all turned out to see (see) a test-run of a new radio show. It probably helped that it was written and, in part, performed by John Finnemore.
24 August 2014
About Town
17 August 2014
Sarah Slean and My "Frozen"
The full story behind this is on my more talky blog, or you could just watch the music video and enjoy it unencumbered by my baggage. (I recommend listening to it before watching it the first time, as the visuals impose a narrative on the abstract lyrics, but it is a great video.)
10 August 2014
DIY Life Drawing
22 June 2014
15 June 2014
08 June 2014
Blackadder Goes Forth
My Blackadder Goes Forth marathon has coincided with the reintroduction of the doodle pad to my
desk as a necessary sanity saver. As I plan to do some acting studies
off it when I have time to breathe again, and don’t want to be
struggling with design when I should be concentrating on poses and
expressions, I need a shorthand for the characters, so whenever I glance
over I jot down an observation, and am inching toward understanding.
05 June 2014
Mockingbird
A
thrush that sings varied melodious songs on warm summer nights … in
Europe, the nightingale; in North America, the mockingbird. One gets romantic odes, fairy tales, nostalgic songs, and instrumental duets broadcast on the radio;
the other gets cursed for making a racket at two in the morning. What
gives? Is it the name? Beautiful birdsong in the middle of the night is a
gift, and you only get it a few months of the year. Try to think of
your mockingbird as a nightingale and see what a difference it makes.
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