Friday, 29 October 2010


 train sketches, trying to plan out the composition of the scene in which Dorian stabs Basil.  All ungentlemanly, like.  All i could think about when I was sketching this was that bit in screenwipe where charlie brooker's all like: And he'll knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you! And knife you!

Thursday, 28 October 2010

Did a quick sketch on the train, trying to work out how I want sybil Vayne to be laying. I like this kinda stretched out, vulnerable pose.

Friday, 22 October 2010

Before I decided between doing Arabian Nights and Dorian Gray,  I had already begun looking at the illustrations of Yoshitaka Amano, I knew of him primarily because of his illustrations for the Final Fantasy series of video games, but then, so does everyone else.  I tend to avoid most Japanese illustrators because of the stigma weeaboos have shat all over everything to do with Japan, but PAH! I say, his illustrations are beautiful.  AND HE USES COLOUR! ACTUAL COLOUR!

Thursday, 21 October 2010

Gosh, Arthur Rackham is neat, I wish I could illustrate as wonderfully as he did one day.  I relly love the muted, limited colours he uses in his illustrations, but he still manages to make the images look rich and detailed.  Nom nom nom nom.     Some favourites:

I cannot draw anything today so I thought I'd start compiling research/inspiration images for my six final illustrations.

I saw "Metropolis" the other day and the main character, Freder [Gustav Frolich] is the most beautiful human being I have ever seen.  I thought he would be an ideal person to base my illustrations of Dorian Gray on.   

Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Initial sketches of doriaaaaaan.  Getting his face right is going to be harrrd.  I'm super picky.  And I want him to always look a little smug even before he starts turning into a bastard.

Monday, 18 October 2010

Sleep things

Still waiting for that early night. At what point does a late night turn into an early morning? Perhaps this is all just a really pre-emptive early morning. So much so that it happens before or instead of actually sleeping? If I don't wake up before 10 tomorrow I will be crosssss! That's a healthy 4 hours sleep. That's reasonable, right?

The other day, after no sleep for almost 40 hours I found out about this disease called "Fatal Familial Insomnia" and whilst sleep deprived, my brain wasn't addled enough to be convinced I HAVE this, thankfully. But the mere thought of the morbid inevitability of this disease made me too depressed to sleep properly afterwards. What an AWFUL way to go, man.

The patient suffers increasing insomnia, resulting in panic attacks, paranoia, and phobias. This stage lasts for about four months.
Hallucinations and panic attacks become noticeable, continuing for about five months.
Complete inability to sleep is followed by rapid loss of weight. This lasts for about three months.
Dementia, during which the patient becomes unresponsive or mute over the course of six months. This is the final progression of the disease and the patient will subsequently die.

Guess we'll see what ones of us develop this when we're 50, amirite?



I could honestly listen to these two songs over and over for the rest of my existence.

Ffff, so obnoxious, the lyrics are truly awful, too. Seriously, though where does Trevor Dunn get off being so amazing at bass, huh? It's inhuman!

  Everything about this song is just so so perfect, to me.  I also really love the artwork for Bungle's self titled album.  I wish I knew who drew it.  Is it meant to be John Wayne Gacy?  It looks a lot like him dressed as pogo. I must know who! I must know who! It freaked me out so much when I was a shitty 13 year old and I refused to listen to bungle for like, 2 years because I assumed they were're a rubbish ska band.  If I could go back in time for any purpose, it would be solely to go and punch 13 year old me square in the jaw for being such an idiot.


I HATE The Beatles.  I'm sorry, I know it's bad, I know but they just....christ they're dire.
I am absolutely god-awful at keeping up a blog.  This has got to be my third or fourth attempt at this stuff now, s'getting pathetic, man!  What the hell am I supposed to put in this rickety thing anyways?  I know it's meant to be for work and whatnot but I honestly hate that man, it makes me feel like I've got to be so formal and that knowledge alone immediately makes me want to hide away for the rest of time. So screw that, this blog is going to be an awful sticky, nasty clump of anything and everything I do or find interesting.  How self indulgent, right?  I'm giving in and following suit, and everyone needs to act interested from now on. Or there'll be trouble.