tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973007618682427682024-02-18T19:14:08.090-08:00Day Dreams and A PencilAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10600884152355127231noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597300761868242768.post-17528722237702308722013-04-21T16:26:00.002-07:002013-04-21T16:26:54.254-07:00The Iron Witch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Alas, the cure for all your problems! Coming in 632 A.F., this wonder drug provides a hangover free holiday and relieves you of all your troubles and woe! Made with the latest advancements in modern age science, this revolutionary tablet will change the way humanity thinks, feels, acts and ultimately grows; giving not only our generation but future generations a monumental leap in evolution terms. So don't delay, you can pre-order this litle miracle right now, we garauntee you won't be disappointed and will be left scratching your head as to how you ever lived without it!*<br />
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I decided to revive my interest in a book I have covered a lot in the past; Brave New World. I remember the concept of a certain tablet that took one to a place where they had no worries or aggro. This, of course, is the Soma tablet. I used a mixture of pen and Photoshop. P.S. 632 A.F. is the year in which the book is set, I haven't been popping my own Soma tablets!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10600884152355127231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597300761868242768.post-69295618492272515812012-06-21T10:17:00.000-07:002012-06-21T10:23:35.968-07:00The Dark Knight Rises<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Finally, after many weeks, I have a new laptop and a <i>working</i> copy of Photoshop again. With all the hype surrounding the latest Batman instalment, I thought I'd make that my next point of interest. I sort of went back to Batman's roots and tried to create the poster in more a comic styled way, as well as sticking to a purple/ black colour palette, reminiscent of Batman in days gone by. I tried to keep it <i>quite</i> minimal as not to over populate it.</div>
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It's good to finally be able to unleash some of the ideas that have been forming in my head whilst whilst I waited for a new laptop and Photoshop. Hope you like...</div>
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Winter has finally passed and Summer edges nearer as we enter Spring. Moods are happier. stress levels are lower, houses and smiles are warmer and the sky is clearer. Creative juices flow more than ever when the sun is shining so get thinking! In celebration of the impending arrival of summer, I have created this design merging typography with imagery reminding us what summer feels like.<br />
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You can download this design, as well as other slight variations, in the wallpaper (1280x800) pack I've assembled by clicking Download below. iPhone 4 wallpapers also included.<br />
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As a lover of typography, it's been too long since I dappled in the art myself. This is a simple, yet elegantly styled font I created today. It was created with a 0.05 and 0.1 uni pin and then scanned in to Photoshop where I then added the background and the colour seen in the 2nd example. Hope everyone likes the style!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10600884152355127231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597300761868242768.post-6984707975543949282011-12-01T09:43:00.001-08:002011-12-01T10:15:02.695-08:00The Splinter Tree (The Broken Treehouse Club)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Two more poster designs, this time including a hand drawn illustration I did and hand drawn text (bottom). I used a very linear, hard edged style as if to represent a splintered piece of wood, as I find that image bears well with the title of the series. Plus the splinters I got from that tree back in the day were unbelievable!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10600884152355127231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597300761868242768.post-57639215654668747502011-11-24T09:10:00.001-08:002011-11-24T12:28:20.534-08:00The Broken Treehouse Club<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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These two poster designs are inspired by my childhood days (and the new logo) and the treehouse my friends and I would rebuild at least once a week after finding it broken and trashed on the nearby field. We never did find out who it was causing the damage but I have some great memories sitting around with my mates on upturned logs we snuck out from my mates house and having a laugh, the odd argument and growing up together. I hope to make this a series and am planning a few hand drawn illustrations to add to it so keep checking!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10600884152355127231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597300761868242768.post-34573870538783607092011-11-13T06:02:00.001-08:002011-11-13T10:54:33.219-08:00Winter Memories<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So after far too many months, I finally managed to get out with my camera again. Me and my mate took a trip to Sefton Park, the first time I'd been back since a brilliant college trip a couple of years ago (that long?!).<br />
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The surroundings were stunning; the colours, the smells, the wildlife. It was teaming with squirrels, some coming right up to us and posing for pictures. I love when the air turns chilly and has that snap of cold, for some reason I seem to remember them times the most, maybe because your senses are alive due to the harsh weather. Whatever the reason, I love winter and I hope this year is another one to remember.<br />
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It's my favourite time of the year; the air turns cold, the days are dark, the nights even darker and Halloween is approaching. How I loved trick or treating and sitting in my front porch scaring my friends shitless deep into the night with my dark imagination.<br />
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Directly facing my porch was, and still is, an absolute eye-sore of a house. At 21, it still looks creepy at night- at 12 it was fucking terrifying. There was an old woman who partly lived there, visiting every few days. I've lived in my house now for around 15 years and the house is still in the exact same state as the day I moved in. Same rotted curtains, same pieces of loose plaster which had peeled off the exterior and fell to the floor, the same sickly green trim and the same wild patch of grass outside.<br />
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As a kid, my friends and I would literally play football in the street morning til night. We loved it, until someone kicked the ball into the garden no one wanted to enter. I did it once and, thus was the unofficial rules, had to retrieve the ball alone. I reluctantly walked to the peeling yellow-white gate and tried to carefully lift the squeaking latch. I kept my eyes firmly set on that horrible green door, looking for any movement. No lights were ever on now I think back... anyway, after opening the gate I stood still for a few seconds, friends watching in silence and suspense. The door remained still. I creeped forward and trod through the wild grass searching for the ball. As I bent down to collect it, I heard my mates running away. Shit. I froze for a second, not wanting to look up. But I had to. I looked at the door and in the deep inky blackness could just make out a sizeable strip of black with a dark, withered hand feeling round it like a huge grey spider. My eyes travelled further up where I could just make out the outline of a hooded face. The face was unrecognizable but I knew whatever or whoever it belonged to was focused on me. With that, I bolted out the garden with the ball in one arm and straight over to my house, where I seen my friends hiding behind the car, in the porch and behind the fence.<br />
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A proper haunted house if ever there was one and still unchanged to this day. I haven't seen her for a few years, maybe she died. Of course she wasn't this ghoul we all made her out to be, just an old woman pissed off with them kids kicking the ball into her garden again. Still, I'll never forget them days, they were absolutely amazing.<br />
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It's been a while! I've been so busy with work and life in general I've fell guilty of not making enough time for my art in the past three months. However, last week gave me an unexpected opportunity to flex my photographic muscles when I flew to Spain and visited the beautiful, and very Parisian like, city of Barcelona. This would be the opportunity I've been waiting for; to finally brush the cobwebs of my trusty Nikon D60 and give the old boy a workout. It is quite predictable then that in the frantic swing of packing and getting the airport I left him behind :(<br />
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However, not all was lost! My girlfriend brought her 7MP Sony digital so I had to make do with that. Obviously, it was bright pink to add salt to my wounds. Nevertheless, I snapped a good number of shots and have only now reviewed them properly. These four were my favourites so I edited these by tinkering exposure, cropping etc; the usual. There are probably more photos suitable for this article but for now I'm sticking with my four favourites (I may upload the said others at another time).<br />
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A truly hectic yet beautiful city, this is my thanks to Barcelona.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10600884152355127231noreply@blogger.com0Barcelona, Spain41.387917 2.169918741.292614 2.0119902 41.48322 2.3278472000000003tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597300761868242768.post-62624452920710794872011-07-11T10:12:00.000-07:002011-07-11T10:12:35.177-07:00Just Right<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<i>Inspired by my last drawing, I produced this. This image is the ultimate depiction of true tranquility and easy living (in my mind anyway). Usually I may add little snippets of colour but I felt this just worked better as it is. No editing at all has been done, only the positioning of the boat. No contrast etc., just left as authentic as possible. </i></div>
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I drew this using both my left and right hand, alternating between hands every minute or so. The idea came from a design I have on a t-shirt as well as my own personal memories of Cornwall, where wise fisherman are in abundance.</div>
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As I started drawing I could hear the waves gently beat the rickety vessel, creaks and groans emanating from the old girl as she gently rocked a midst the calm summer tide off the coast of Looe.</div>
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Working from memory, I drew swiftly, finishing the drawing in around ten minutes. I later added colour through Photoshop. I have added the original sketch inside the post.</div>
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Another week, another program on Channel 4 about the growing number of kids that are obese. Cue shots of the little (or very big) blighters gleefully munching on a family bucket from KFC whilst slumped in front of the tele watching The Cube or Deal or No Deal.<br />
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I watched as the kids shoveled chips, pizzas and burgers down and then confessed how sad it makes them feel being fat. If you want help and it makes you so upset then stop. Simples. Easy for me to say. Most of these kids don't know any better and haven't even hit puberty yet. When this is the case surely it's down to the parents? The kid doesn't go to Asda and buy the chips and crisps.<br />
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My feelings turned from annoyance at the kids for being so oblivious to near hatred towards the parents. Surely this is a form of child abuse? Granted, my poster may be slightly light hearted but this is a real issue, not just in the UK but worldwide.<br />
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We've all seen the fat kid in school get bullied in the yard and it's not nice. We've seen these kids with dieases and immobile. The parents can stop that but most are sitting on their arse watching Jeremy Kyle and couldn't care less what Jonny learnt at school today.<br />
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<i>Note: Working on some variations of this design; alternative colours etc. Will post them soon!</i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10600884152355127231noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597300761868242768.post-70492724364671434272011-05-10T13:04:00.000-07:002011-05-10T13:04:09.198-07:00A lonesome cabin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3q9Vv1XcDCGskBPoKamjEU5IAIWDFo5KO7dSWd9wPmWtKO-keF5W6tKJchTCXjhImrxRdOi-ff1Svf6fOJr417DEcUyoNBMMVjaEKYjVe_xQ4kHhKKlX_CiujWvP022ml4MdsXOsQgXBb/s1600/mountain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="475" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3q9Vv1XcDCGskBPoKamjEU5IAIWDFo5KO7dSWd9wPmWtKO-keF5W6tKJchTCXjhImrxRdOi-ff1Svf6fOJr417DEcUyoNBMMVjaEKYjVe_xQ4kHhKKlX_CiujWvP022ml4MdsXOsQgXBb/s640/mountain.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>This idea stemmed from a few sources and ideas. Firstly, I've had this plot idea for a book in my head for a few weeks and this scene sort of reflects a scene relevant to the story. Secondly, I seen a brilliant piece that is very similar on Dribble. (I've looked for it since and can't find it, but if I do I'll post a link here.) Thirdly, I decided to make the style slightly more quirky and less formal than usual. Bizzarly, I was flicking through the TV channels last week and came across Johnny Bravo (I<i> loved</i> that show!) and noticed the whacky backgrounds in certain scenes; straight jagged edges and 'wonky' buildings and trees.<br />
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Rolled into one big mega inspirational ball, this design developed...<br />
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I wanted to keep the colour palette simple and minimal. I experimented with different blues, greens and yellows but finally settled on a monochrome selection. A small window was added to give that spot of variety. Design done.<br />
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But, as usual, I had one final tinker with it and, out of curiosity, changed some of the harsh straight lines to curvier ones (below). The outcome was surprisingly good and served as a worthy alternative to the original...<br />
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All three are different styles, though I base the majority of my work on at least one of these styles. Dotum is a simple font but gives the piece a professional and elegant look; a look I try to incorporate it in to my graphic design work mostly. Designer Notes has a more organic free hand style, which is bar my most favourite style and way of working. I also find it a great substitute if my own lettering doesn't quite fit. I've always loved this authentic style as it gives my art more character than a basic Helvetica or even Dotum. Blue Highway sort of sits in the middle. I may include it in illustrations if suitable and may well include it in graphic design- a sort of versatile font that can always be called upon. Basically, my favourite fonts represent my 3 main artistic styles, you may find yours do too?<br />
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About the illustration; I started this a while back but never got round to completing it. This font = artist idea born the idea, though I felt free hand text worked better with the picture frame etc. After completing the initial illustration, something still felt missing. I wanted a background that wasn't too overpowering so added the pale blue. I finished it off by adding a slightly darker shade to the left, complete with an ink trail to complete the freestyle look.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10600884152355127231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597300761868242768.post-25818514103883025922011-03-23T08:09:00.000-07:002011-03-23T08:10:57.007-07:00The Little Sparrow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0J8_LK4lVwEnshDzMpVAhJxwgF0yuP-uYzFhjhcSOObF4OOC47tYbW8uBl7PAaSxA5nnliGiePOCs3BezPZcqAkwZrD9xytEva4C7AegocHTZcuT-cIbLUPIotvvLavuvBRqMgsBpAXIc/s1600/bird.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0J8_LK4lVwEnshDzMpVAhJxwgF0yuP-uYzFhjhcSOObF4OOC47tYbW8uBl7PAaSxA5nnliGiePOCs3BezPZcqAkwZrD9xytEva4C7AegocHTZcuT-cIbLUPIotvvLavuvBRqMgsBpAXIc/s320/bird.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I've always loved drawing birds, maybe it's due to my intricate style which I can fully unleash- particularly on the feathers, as I have done here. I love rens, robins and sparrows; all the stereotypical birds you might think of living at the back of your garden. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwnCu-usULLVzEKJ8zQpNcvdRvI_oaxcV2pEhjMqubz_KZDI9sX8AhR3o6TAkv7PiknaHhxSON4IpfWiVO2sw13SDQ0URvUVP3EHP8M0sZaVwPTjLDSyHx3ctz0zQRZ_KwI-BeDerbhrO/s1600/birdcolor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwnCu-usULLVzEKJ8zQpNcvdRvI_oaxcV2pEhjMqubz_KZDI9sX8AhR3o6TAkv7PiknaHhxSON4IpfWiVO2sw13SDQ0URvUVP3EHP8M0sZaVwPTjLDSyHx3ctz0zQRZ_KwI-BeDerbhrO/s320/birdcolor.jpg" width="320" /></a>Today has been a lovely day; clear skies, sun out, warm breeze and the birds singing. For the first time in months, I grabbed my pens and pad and sat on a bench in the garden basking in the glorious sunlight. As I started to draw, two wood pigeons that have lived in the tree I was sitting under for years, started fighting and the sound of flapping wings almost became unbearable until one gave in and flew away. Even wood pigeons are partial to the occasional lovers tiff I thought...<br />
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A few minutes later another sound came from behind me. The sound of a wood pecker, but surely not? Sadly, it was merely a yellow tit imitating the elusive bird on a nearby bird house. <br />
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As my drawing came to an end, I felt free- one with nature. How long had it been since I had interacted with another creature (one that didn't wear all black and smoke pot)?<br />
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For that hour or so, nothing bothered me (even the determined spider won me over in the end). As I sat and stretched in the sun, I felt almost bird like myself; as though I was spreading my wings as I perched on a branch above my head. Nothing mattered, nothing was wrong. There was no downhearted headlines, no stories of murder and tragedy we see every day on TV and in the papers. It was just me sitting on a bench whilst countless animals allowed me to share their world. I prefer that world.<br />
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After finishing the drawing, I made four variations. As usual, I couldn't decide which one to use so I've just posted them all... I added text, which I felt was very fitting to my experience.<br />
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Both designs were made completely on Photoshop using a variety of brushes. The text in the first (and second if you spot it) reads Hope or I live in Hope so I was told.<br />
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Hopefully, the new problem of a nuclear explosion won't reach that stage. It's been said it will take a decade to rebuild the lives and villages on the East coast. And we complained about the snow...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10600884152355127231noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597300761868242768.post-82278547239459587182011-03-12T09:49:00.000-08:002011-03-13T07:57:19.977-07:00A Brighter Yesterday: Sugar Free World<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvMpHwEgT4iiUtElMOS2VJLVjBQPO_KuqWq7-5bTEt0IC46nzeHVFNTwngPhpb3F4Ty2p6_1mM3HhgoZuX5CJpuurz40LsO0vMZBj69A0cU2J2poYJIKXYmPSVldV9DdG4Gn9MMnC6V_98/s1600/ice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvMpHwEgT4iiUtElMOS2VJLVjBQPO_KuqWq7-5bTEt0IC46nzeHVFNTwngPhpb3F4Ty2p6_1mM3HhgoZuX5CJpuurz40LsO0vMZBj69A0cU2J2poYJIKXYmPSVldV9DdG4Gn9MMnC6V_98/s640/ice.jpg" width="412" /></a></div>So the Japanese earthquake/ tsunami is the latest catastrophe in what has been a horrible year or so in terms of disaster. Floods, tsunamis, earthquakes, fires, hurricanes, and oil spills have been rather<i> too</i> frequent for our liking recently. Is it climate change or something else? Not sure, but the worlds weather is indeed going a bit crazy.<br />
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This thinking made me create this illustration. It shows an Earth like blob melting as the surface is havocked with disaster. Coloured via Photoshop, I used a range of pens to draw it. I thought about adding a background but felt it was more powerful against the white. As I feel this disaster is an accumulation of our ignorance towards the planet over the last two or three decades, I've decided to also add this post to my 'A Brighter Yesterday' mini series, documenting the changes towards society and the environment over the last few decades.<br />
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Read full post to see original sketch.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcYdk_N0r-szm2q_WpLMNcBXkpK8iDgb67F5LmnDiCir-EutzLdCpJo42vinzGry5Cj8DSoL7BIcjWftbashD-EjFA0TVgYlVgX0zV471yqGAfTBpEeaD316FWc8s8e-o3Rb-zndDbq_Jz/s1600/bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcYdk_N0r-szm2q_WpLMNcBXkpK8iDgb67F5LmnDiCir-EutzLdCpJo42vinzGry5Cj8DSoL7BIcjWftbashD-EjFA0TVgYlVgX0zV471yqGAfTBpEeaD316FWc8s8e-o3Rb-zndDbq_Jz/s640/bw.jpg" width="412" /></a></div>This is the original sketch I made before editing it through Photoshop.<br />
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As you may guess, I feel very strongly about climate change and the environment. For more, check out my latest article on the current state of our planet and the possible reasons behind this, and other, disasters <a href="http://frombeyondthecurls.blogspot.com/2011/03/waving-white-flag.html">here</a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10600884152355127231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597300761868242768.post-7281672928393286582011-03-05T09:57:00.000-08:002011-03-13T07:56:40.295-07:00A Brighter Yesterday: Ghetto Blast Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzR63jxokxXo-WpFnnqsPSQFt8feyb9JtYecmYw610wokaQDGF-jCIzT9Wa2dysd7SU2dA1IvkTypwRB83Lbp_YBm8hUsV6pXzuNJ9B6eyv311qe3DFL92bK00L5eLqaAwupm8ufbxH_vA/s1600/ghetto+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzR63jxokxXo-WpFnnqsPSQFt8feyb9JtYecmYw610wokaQDGF-jCIzT9Wa2dysd7SU2dA1IvkTypwRB83Lbp_YBm8hUsV6pXzuNJ9B6eyv311qe3DFL92bK00L5eLqaAwupm8ufbxH_vA/s640/ghetto+copy.jpg" width="452" /></a>Again, this post relates to the pet hates issue I stated a few days ago (see below post). This time I suppose my 'pet hate' is 2011- or today's world/ society. Obviously, life and technology is a lot more advanced than say 20 or even 10 years ago, but wouldn't it be nice to simplify things a little more, i.e., travel back to a time where technology was still there but didn't <i>rule</i> our lives. No <a href="http://frombeyondthecurls.blogspot.com/2011/02/crumbs-in-butter-1-boombox-blues.html">annoying iPods on buses</a>, no kids glued to their phones.<br />
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With that in mind, I've been thinking just where would I turn the clock back to? As stated, a place where technology was still present and developing but wasn't at the ridiculous level it is today where people rely on it. Therefore, I would choose the 80's. It's a decade I've always wanted to experience; the crazy clothes, the music, the art and the rules of society. How could I draw that though? What would represent the 80's to me? Then I remembered an old Boombox which I used to listen to as a kid from the 80's. This most definitely says 1980's to me whenever I think of that era. Even the meaning of the Ghetto Blaster is something I admire- the freedom to express our likes and dislikes, tastes and beliefs with others. As a result, the kid across the street could subsequently switch his on and you'd get a feel of that person- his interests and personality.<br />
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The idea of producing more illustrations of the same ilk is still lurking, as well as the idea of turning them into a mini series focusing on how hectic 2011 is compared to even 10 years ago, such is the rate of technology and society.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10600884152355127231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597300761868242768.post-82554899410987945152011-03-02T09:46:00.000-08:002011-03-13T07:56:26.110-07:00A Brighter Yesterday: Flee The City<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAcCRcscPlA2E0vcBsauPswK2u5eGpq6myI6YEH_TYQOFj3xkUiuG74wSwg1IQXcx1OqND8jtTRXTqUJyVT4q2TihIrNdt80FMvzwE6ymY34L2IzP2WAcKoyC4BEQOnMYBcB1N__ltlKc/s1600/city2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAcCRcscPlA2E0vcBsauPswK2u5eGpq6myI6YEH_TYQOFj3xkUiuG74wSwg1IQXcx1OqND8jtTRXTqUJyVT4q2TihIrNdt80FMvzwE6ymY34L2IzP2WAcKoyC4BEQOnMYBcB1N__ltlKc/s640/city2.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><br />
You may know I have also been writing for <a href="http://frombeyondthecurls.blogspot.com/">another blog I made recently</a>, as it allows me to delve into other topics. One of those topics was pet hates or little things that annoy you. This piece sort of ties in with that and the Silence is Deafening post. I said I'd like nothing more to transport myself to the middle of nowhere with just a pad and some pens; sometimes it can be really hard to concentrate while cars constantly drive past or that 31 carriage coal train (I counted one day).<br />
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This piece sort of sums up that theory I suppose. P.S. I finally bought a new pack of pens after much searching and it felt <i>so</i> good to draw again. Maybe I'll do more and turn this into a mini series about how modern life has changed for the worse in certain aspects (well it wouldn't be as exciting if I focused on the positive stuff!). <b>Edit:</b> Done, named <i>A Brighter Yesterday</i>.<br />
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The text was done on Photoshop as my real life paint brush decided to finally call it a day. I did create another version as well showing a slight change to the text as you can see below.<br />
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I've had this childhood memory that has never gone away. It's lurked in the deepest bowels of my mind for over a decade and occasionally re-surfaces when something triggers it. I'll set the scene...<br />
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I'm around 9 years old and, as usual, I've spent the whole day playing football, riding my bike and doing what 9 year olds do. It was summer time and the air was warm. It was school holidays (they seemed to go on for months) so it was around 9pm I'd say. At this time, football was out of the question as you couldn't see the ball and the residents threatened to call the police if you were banging a ball against their fence this late. Therefore, we decided to have one last flurry on our bikes. There's a road near my street that seems to go on forever. Most importantly, though; it's on a hill. At the end of this road was a tunnel where a railway ran over the top, and a single light to greet anyone emerging from the gloom. The occasional tremor would alert you to an upcoming train, giving the slightest extra light for a few seconds. I looked into this street light and, on numerous occasions, seen a pair of bats whizzing and diving through the air, as though they were on stage in the spotlight. I wasn't scared, in fact I found it exciting- bats are cool when your 9; they work for Batman. And it's this image that has always stuck.<br />
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I don't mind it, it reminds me of my childhood and the naivety of myself as a youngster when Batman was a main part of your life. Therefore, I took my camera out and I tried to re-create the scene that has been part of me for so long...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10600884152355127231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597300761868242768.post-53284662875189184042011-02-24T09:28:00.000-08:002011-02-24T09:28:17.019-08:00A deafening Silence is beautiful<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/5729/shh2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="438" src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/5729/shh2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Don't you just wish you lived in an endless open space where the silence is deafening. I'd love nothing more than to spend my days in tranquility, sitting in my little lone house with my pens and some paper...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10600884152355127231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597300761868242768.post-11848583475322087142011-02-22T13:46:00.000-08:002011-02-22T13:47:18.623-08:00From Beyond The Curls<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://frombeyondthecurls.blogspot.com" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112" src="http://img718.imageshack.us/img718/18/allsorts.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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Firstly, I'd like to take this opportunity to first thank my followers on here and also my flickr buddies, some great comments lately.<br />
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Anyway, I've just created another blog! I'll still be posting here same as usual but my other blog will give me a platform to express other issues I may have away from art and its many branches. Basically, it's a lot more personal and I'll be giving my views on various things- whether it be personal issues, global issues or something else issues.<br />
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I hope some of you will check this out too (but don't forget about this place!) and I welcome all comments and discussions! Thanks for your support, got some new work lined up for here. Out to buy myself a new pack of pens through the week; oddly enough, they all ran out at once o_0<br />
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<a href="http://frombeyondthecurls.blogspot.com/"></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10600884152355127231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597300761868242768.post-79088336225645465912011-02-10T13:22:00.000-08:002011-02-10T13:22:42.569-08:00The (Not As) Long Road To and From<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbOE2GJ6XqWwD5pxxYtWdZBNlY1ZPi8kRLZgjO-Z1cWC32ueZ4Rrzb_xPDwIKAJhUqqok0Fbq6Wu146YfPm50kZSOp46Ulp8lBywYVYsoeuhgBGnMobjEbWUIxlIVQ8lEhbgCzpK0keihC/s1600/bus2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbOE2GJ6XqWwD5pxxYtWdZBNlY1ZPi8kRLZgjO-Z1cWC32ueZ4Rrzb_xPDwIKAJhUqqok0Fbq6Wu146YfPm50kZSOp46Ulp8lBywYVYsoeuhgBGnMobjEbWUIxlIVQ8lEhbgCzpK0keihC/s640/bus2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>A few months ago I posted <a href="http://daydreamsandapencil.blogspot.com/2010/10/long-ride-to-and-from.html">this</a>, describing the awful bus ride I endured day to day. For whatever reason, I was just feeling very down at that time and them bus rides probably represented my mood quite well. Since then, a lot has happened, both good and bad. Things are finally looking up, however, and right now my head is clearer than it's been for years! (Okay, a bit OTT but since I write that previous post anyway).<br />
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I thought a random candid shot of me on a bus ride would show my journey full circle. Bus rides don't seem as long these days...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10600884152355127231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-597300761868242768.post-1953749595250824362011-02-03T08:57:00.000-08:002011-02-03T09:03:09.633-08:00Happy New (Chinese) Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVKWTNoFVDKQCzIMOAImz_99_73IzK1z5yCnUsy5wmaw7BooaACrEJm3DonBgfl6oBX8NCO-vAJumyJcgCkf-uKpgFxJlo-ciOUifjHt7NHzHnvSCp89q05Ll2W9rSN-y9_APDKzxeMJy/s1600/Dragon-OLD-STYLE-COLOUR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVKWTNoFVDKQCzIMOAImz_99_73IzK1z5yCnUsy5wmaw7BooaACrEJm3DonBgfl6oBX8NCO-vAJumyJcgCkf-uKpgFxJlo-ciOUifjHt7NHzHnvSCp89q05Ll2W9rSN-y9_APDKzxeMJy/s640/Dragon-OLD-STYLE-COLOUR.jpg" width="462" /></a></div>Living in Liverpool, and having one of the biggest Chinese populations in the UK, this date is always special in the city. Streets turn gold, crimson and green whilst the faint sound of drums and tambourines get ever louder as they progress through the streets.<br />
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This design was part of a project I did on Chinatown but never made the cut. I thought now was the time to give it its chance and it couldn't be more fitting... <s>except it's the year of the Rabbit.</s><br />
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Original black and white design inside too. Happy New Year, hope it's a good one!<br />
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