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Illustration Friday - Undone

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 01:13:00 +0000

Mixed media and digital. I had the idea of a creepy little girl gloating with a pair of scissors after undoing the stitching of her sister's teddy, but it reminded me too much of the movie Orphan. I think this works better.

Minnie's sister

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 15:20:00 +0000

Minnie's sister had no place in this world. Too young for bookerflies , she lived in the corner of the attic of her home. Farming dust and drinking dew...

Goblin

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 22:19:00 +0000

Quick Goblin doodle. Pencil/watercolour and tones worked up in photoshop.

The Gift Machine

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 00:38:00 +0000

The Gift Machine. Mixed media and digital.

Illustration Friday - Hatch

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Sat, 12 Dec 2009 17:38:00 +0000

Illustration Friday - Hatch.

Mixed media and digital. I like the idea of a green sea...

Too scared to crow

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 22:53:00 +0000

Tinkering with older images in photoshop... can you tell I'm bored?

Yann et Michel

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 21:17:00 +0000

Based on some sailor figurines I picked up In Brittany a few years back. Mixed media and digital. I'm not sure about the outcome of this story...

Illustration Friday - Crunchy

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 21:49:00 +0000

'Crunchy' for illustration Friday. Mixed media and digital. Take your pick as to what the crunch is...

Mr. Claus in hibernation.

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 00:08:00 +0000

Mixed media piece... Mr Claus after a year's hibernation. He loses all his body fat in anticipation of eating approximately 2 billion mince pies. The elves were originally going to be a LOT more malicious...

Pier 1 (Tonal Study)

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 20:28:00 +0000

First version. Inspired after watching 'The City of Lost Children' for the first time in years.

Illustration Friday - Entangled.

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 11:40:00 +0000

Mixed media piece for Illustration Friday... bonus points if you can guess what film I got the idea for the 'Bookerflies' from...

If Cally-Jane had played The Cure (Alternate version)

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Mixed media piece. Pencil, conte, charcoal, chalk, ink and photoshop. The eye-plant idea is ancient...I toyed with the idea of putting in a decayed yellow-brick road.

Illustrapedia pics

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 22:25:00 +0000

Two pictures from the Illustrapedia challenge. Basic watercolour and pencil on watercolour board.

Music Pt 2.

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 10:28:00 +0000

Pencil, chalk, conte, ink and photoshop...

Illustration Friday - Music

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 22:15:00 +0000

Mixed media piece for Illustration Friday topic of 'music'. Pencil, conte, chalk, an A4 envelope and photoshop.

More witches and pigs...

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 19:00:00 +0000

Having a rare night off... On the pig pic I made the front two trees birches which gained Clare's approval...might do more with these guys. The witch pic is an alternate of the Illustrapedia challenge. I thought the one I submitted blowed, with the main character looking like a viz reject and enough mistakes to fill a cruiser. I'm liking working on bristol board, although washes on large areas are still proving a problem. Skin tones pick up a lot better... the next one you're going to like..

Illustrapedia - August

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 09:01:00 +0000

This month's challenge for the Picture This losers... Space Aliens. Resisting the urge to do a child friendly version of John Hurt giving birth to Ridley's alien I settled on this. Having real trouble getting a decent scan of my watercolours. Anyone got any ideas on how to match the colours better?

God Baiting. Pt.3

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 16:06:00 +0000

Wake up. Emily is looking at me. She has matted hair and a big smile on her face. I have no recollection of bringing her into to bed, but apparently I did…at two thirty last night. Her apnoea monitor has pulled off and is alarming wildly. Clare looks shattered, so I take Emily down for breakfast. Pull the blinds, turn on the telly, and pretend to eat the toy chips that Emily has cooked for me. Forgot to do the coffee last night. Set up coffee machine. 'Daddy!'. Emily has put Mummy Rabbit in her toy cooker. Em's breakfast - Two fromage, five heaped spoons of Duocal and three of Procal. Water and Maxiduel in a cup. 'Daddy!'. Em wants hers picnic set. She is giving Emalina (Her doll) her breakfast. Mummy Rabbit is now cooked and I pretend to eat her while ignoring the metronome in my head. Coffee ready. Everything is brought to her little blue chair on the floor. We watch Peppa Pig and Balamory.

When Clare gets up we change Emily's trach. She winces when it's removed and under her neck is bright red. The scar from her operation is healing but still looks tender. A few minutes later she's doing her crazy walk and dance while C and I put away the tube change stuff. Walk to work after three coffees and goodbye hugs. The little graffiti prick has re-sprayed his tag over where they painted over his last vandalism. Wire on the mp3 - feel good. At the hill I realise I have sweat dripping down my neck.

Colin Newman playing on the train. I drift in an out of sleep…give up on Rules of Attraction. Too warm. Fall asleep. Headache worse.

Work is a blur. I have a notebook filled with thumbnail sketches to work on later. My memory has been bad of late. If I actively try and remember anything I am greeted with white static in my head…I wish I cared. Make small talk with the new girl. Her friend is prettier but I have nothing to say to her. Jon and I discuss 'The Road' and 'Illustrapedia'. There's been no comments since I won the July challenge. Watch the skateboard kids on Cadogan Street…man they suck.

It's night time. Emily has been sleeping for three hours and Clare has gone to bed. The metronome is louder so I silence it with a coke and then more wine. At eleven I start painting. It's a gamble painting in artificial light but I'm used to it. The masking fluid works a treat and my painting looks better than most published kids' books. At midnight I have another cigarette outside and am nearly hit by our bat. He circles back once more before deciding that I'm not supper. One o'clock and my eyes are burning. The metronome has escalated to a full scale migraine, so I give in and down two co-codomol with my flouxotine. I want to keep working but I have an early shift. I pack my things away and collapse on the sofa. Zone Horror…meh!; Zone Erotica…meh!; Dave…meh!, back to Zone Horror.

Two thirty and I bring Emily into our bed. I've been staring at the ceiling for an hour and hear her still hoarse voice calling 'daddy!' loudly. She sleeps almost horizontally and I lie on the edge of the bed. Clare's hand touches mine in the dark. The painkillers work and I fall asleep.

Wake up. Emily is looking at me. She has matted hair and a big smile on her face. I have no recollection of bringing her into to bed, but apparently I did…

God Baiting Pt.2

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 13:05:00 +0000

Despite the best efforts of the backwards nurse whose voice echoes in decibles early Napalm Death, Emily has been sleeping soundly. She wakes up at three A.M. Our sentence has been extended by three days as she's developed an aversion to drinking. She's aspirating while she swallows. She chooses instead to suck water from a toothbrush - a habit I happily indulge. For thirty minutes. 'Sleep now'. Shakes head. 'Still thirsty?' Nods head. 'Want a drink from your cup?' Panics, shakes head. 'Well, it's late and you need your sleep. You can have more in the morning.' Cries, shakes head. 'Look, drinking from the cup is much quicker. Either have a drink from the cup or go to sleep.' Cries, rolls over in a huff...sits up...throws me a glance of malice...furiously signs cup... starts drinking...water spurts out of her tube but she keeps going...downs two hundred mls in about twenty seconds. She is coughing like mad but asks for more. Same again..., another cup gone...falls fast alseep straight after. We are released first thing in the morning when the doctor sees her.

God Baiting

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 21:07:00 +0000

So I'm walking out for my seventeenth cigarette of the morning. I walk under the cancer ward and by the smokers that have decided to smoke by the air vents there. I walk past the mother, fag in one hand and baby in the other. She is barking at her son who is running up the slide. Everywhere I look I see men in long shorts and trainers. The accent starts to grate on me. The slang and the laziness of the pronunciation. I see the same faces walking back and forth. One guy - best summed up as a troll, has a stoop and a bottle of irn bru in his pocket. His son looks up adoringly. I befriend a lady called Wendy whos son has had to have heart surgery twice in two days. I last saw her standing outside intensive care. I come back into the ward and find that the obnoxious nurse I had a run in with has made Clare cry, in front of Emily. I try to reason in my head why a nurse would deny a child who'd had major surgery pain relief because she doesn't like the parents. Come back in five minutes - she's getting physio and every time she does she vomits. No point having paracetamol if you're going to puke it up. An hour later the fight started. I ponder red tape - and if it has a place in child care. The second fight was over a fold down bed and why Emily was not allowed to lie with her mother on it. I snap at everyone through sleep deprevation. I reason with Emily why she's going through so much pain and she understands. I read people's facebook updates when I get home. I wish I could relate. I wonder about Clare tonight and how she'll handle two hours sleep. I think about the stocking tops of the doctor in HDU. I curse noisy visitors and dream of isolation. I think about the rosary beads one of Clare's clients gave her, and how they glow in the dark.

Illustrapedia - July challenge

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 22:22:00 +0000

Good evening. Yes, I photoshopped the vapour trails...only because my scanner is about to meet a violent death at the hands of Mr Hammer. Mixed media - watercolour, pencil and chalk. If I was to make this a folio piece I think I'll do an ink version.

Edited 10/7/09 - I reworked and cropped the image. The second which was overkill and killed the pic stone dead.

Watched the bat tonight at twilight...man, he's got a charmed life.

I've completed the text on a book I'm working on. Sketches to come.

Illustrapedia

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 08:59:00 +0000

I'm making an attempt to join the real world again after a two year sabbatical from the human race. These are sketches for a flikr group I've joined called Illustrapedia. Each month is a new theme. It keeps me occupied and my mind off Em's operation in two weeks. Hopefully I'll get a painting of the witch sketch done. The colour dino one is a photo as I have a crappy A4 scanner. Oh, and the little blobs on the witch sketch are solidified hairspray...don't ask.

Interzone. Nearly.

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 19:32:00 +0000

rejected piece from Interzone. Andy was right.

new baby card competition

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 04:54:00 +0000

Kicked out of bed for the hayfever snores...

My entry for a competition to design a new baby greetings card.

Terms and conditions

RWDIllustration@gmail.com (Robert...) — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 21:15:00 +0000

So...where have you all been?

My friend Jenny emailed me one day and said 'would this be of any interest to you?'. She was referring to a competition to illustrate the new Julia Donaldson book - 'Freddie and the Fairy'. I though about it for about three seconds and decided to enter. I had less than two weeks to complete five colour character sketches and a full page double spread. If any of you know my daughter then you know how little time I actually have to do any work. But, for once I worked to a deadline and it was good. I loved it. I actually liked the piece.

It got posted on the day Emily was having an endoscope examination at Yorkhill. As a result of trying to get back to the hospital I never had time to find a printer that could do large scale uploads - so I had to make do with two horrendous A3 colour copies. Like most people (I suspect) I thought I might be one of the six shortlisted, so never bothered too much about the 'send original art which cannot be returned' part of the terms and contracts. Naturally, I wasn't shortlisted, and joined a queue of people suddenly thinking, 'Shit - they're going to trash my work'. Meh - you win some lose some. I like the idea of my picture being recycled...maybe into a nice pair of sap green knickers (If anyone wants to start a range then get in touch :)) Anyway, I digress - all I had left to show for my efforts was the photocopies, which scanned into my computer with all the colour definition of a chalk drawing at gthe bottom of a lake. I tried to fix it the best I could in photoshop but most of the colour has been lost - most notably the green hue that permeated the background. I can't use it as a folio piece but it's a nice cationary tale nonetheless.

I'll do another post about the other entries. Some of them really, really need to get published.

Current listening - Die Krupps - Machineries of Joy