Saturday, 24 March 2012

Deadly Silence

(Black biro on 125mm x 75mm note card)
As long as he keeps on talking, the balloon will keep him out of reach. Luckily for him, he can arse on about that bollocks forever.

Sunday, 11 March 2012


The first appearance of Max E Good
(Blue biro on a 139mm x 87mm postcard)
It's a piece that deals with clich├ęs. The image in the top left shows tins of peaches, plums, bananas, pineapple chunks and a bag of grapes. In other words, it's a painting of a bowl of fruit. Towards the top right you see a reclining nude that looks to have been painted by a peeping-tom looking through binoculars. This is pretty much what paintings of such nudes used to be a long time ago - pervy porn for the wealthy. These two ideas would've worked well on their own, but I thought they might do well here.
Other images you see parody other types of painting subjects. Centre-right, you see the portrait of a girl picking her nose out of sheer boredom, as if she's just been "snap-painted" in that pose. At the bottom, you can see a common "chocolate box" style painting of a nice little cottage in the countryside that so many dream of living in to escape the hustle and bustle of city life. But, in this case, it's on fire and no-one's putting it out, proving that remote country cottages aren't so appealing when basic services can't get to them. Next to it is a more modernist image of a face which looks in a state of shock that it's been put on the same wall as all the others. Although that shock may be due to the realisation that it's now very much a part of that stuffy art establishment it's style once rebelled against. And in the centre is a crude image that's been sellotaped to the wall..

Saturday, 3 March 2012

TOON TORN - 29th February

(HB pencil on a 139mm x 87mm postcard)
Once every four years, on the 29th of February, everything in Toonworld changes. On this day of days all toons suddenly become mortal. There are no spinning stars or tweeting birds when one of them is hit. Bones can be easily broken, blood can be shed, and all face the horror of a real and painful death. Most run and hide until it's all over, whilst those who remain indulge themselves like they never could before and settle old scores in the most brutal way possible.

They swear like fucking bastards,
They fuck like fucking whores,
But mostly, they like to kill like fucking psychos.

It's hard to believe that those funny cartoon characters we all enjoyed watching as kids could ever be so nasty. But the ones you least expect tend to be the worst of all.


A good transmorphic piece (meaning it grew as I was drawing it). Just a shame that I didn't manage to post it on the 29th of February!