Archive for the ‘Artwork’ Category
Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve always felt like there’s a really great idea that’s just out of reach. Back in my twenties in my university days, it would be there in the dream state you’re in just before properly waking up at noon. And then when I woke up, it’d be gone, and I’d spend a ton of time trying to think what it might’ve been. I still feel like that, but it feels more pressing now. Like, I kinda need that idea to come along, cos I’m sick of being average at what I do. Okay, that’s a tiny bit self-deprecating, but in the grand scheme of thinks I know I’m decent at drawing and ideas, but not Premier League. Problem is, I feel like the last few years, I’ve flirted with relegation out of the Football League, down to non-League football. (Sports metaphors are annoying, I know.) I did this last year (Best of 2014) with similar thoughts in my head. I will do it again now, and hope and hope and hope that I don’t feel like this next December.
So, here’s the things that I did in 2015 that I still quite like.
This Season’s Flags < loads more here
Kraftwerk 12345678 < eight other drawings here
Mountains < loads more here
ME><I<0 < way bigger here
And this, a short animated drawing of King Tubby’s Studio. Nothing much happens, but I dig it:
If the elements of this drawing were symbolic: I would be the stone, the water would be the Atlantic Ocean, and me being able to schedule this post for a time when I will actually be in an aeroplane, well, that’s my trust in the pilot to get me to Heathrow in one piece.
Here they come, with their empathy and being a bit thoughtful about their use of language, the bastards.
I am fucking sick to death of the right wing, Daily Express-reading, UKIP-voting (Fox News-watching, Trump-supporting) fuck knuckles pretending that somehow the concept of using language in a more empathetic manner is some massive lefty plan to suppress their gobs. You can still use those words if you want, ya dinosaur, but you’re on the wrong side of history. If you wanna fight that battle, go for it, but there are better, more important battles to fight than the one that allows you to still call someone a faggot cos that’s what you’ve always called “them.”
Evan Gattis’s head on Tom Jones’ body:
Cal Ripken’s eyes:
José Bautista’s beard-o-clava: