Midget Playing With His Drumstick

We had to do an illustration assignment at uni where we take two artists of our choice and replicate their style in one of our own artworks. I don’t have the whole picture of mine to put up here as I need to get in reach of an A3 scanner. But here is a sneak preview of a midget with a GIGANTIC COCK playing his drum. I think we can all agree on his beautiful pubes. It is based on the Nouveau illustrator Aubrey Beardsley. Please – enjoy his soulful beats.

Romantique Nouveau

The Notebook

I try and spend some time each day to do an illustration. Of what feeling or person or even stood out to me that day. What remained prominent about these moments in my memory. It is a good way to document and a good way to keep my pencil and brush in contact with paper more often than not. Here are a few I finally managed to scan.

Family & The Fifth Wheel

Little bit of a photography experiment – using a little set up of people I cut out from old romantic novels I found on the side of the road in Petersham. It is an installation about those days when you see couples everywhere – and you find yourself disgusted by their happiness. You just want to pull your cutlass out and kill them all. That may be a bit of an over-exaggeration - but everyone knows the feeling. The cut-out idea was discovered in a book I picked up at the book-shop near my house – too expensive to buy though and too hazy to remember the photographer who put it together. Maybe I will find out sometime and show you. A decent camera would probably work better in my favor. 

Camera

wood-burning is my new love

I have always been a fan of what soldering irons are capable of. I used to burn lace patterns into polyester fabrics. I recommend giving it a go. Just make sure you have a fan on because plastic is not good for the brain. I found out the dizzy way.

make do and mend

R.I.P Aubrey

 

Aubrey

 

 

And Aubrey was his name,

And not so very ordinary bird a name,

But who’s to blame?

For a love that wouldn’t bloom

For a heart that never played in tune

Like a lovely melody that everyone can sing

Take away the words that rhyme it doesn’t mean a thing

And Aubrey was his name

We tripped the light and danced together to the moon

But where was June?

No it never came around

If it did it never made a sound

Maybe I was absent or was listening to fast

Catching all the words but then the meaning going past

And Aubrey was his name

I never knew him but I loved him just the same

I loved his name

Wish I had found a way

Or a reason that would make him stay

I have learned to lead a life apart from all the rest

If I can’t have the bird I want I’ll do without the best

 

My Old Friend

Re-Visiting my old friend ‘life drawing’.

I have finally given proof to myself that 4 years of surrealist/expressionist work has not led me completely astray. I no longer have to be afraid to draw what I see.

And tonight, I see me!

I love you more

Friday