Balance

Today's warm up sketch. Happy Friday everyone!

I'll 'Ave You For Breakfast

Yum yum yum! Petite salesman served with pomme frites and seasonal vegetables. They'd lap that one up in the city.

Lookie lookie! Four days in a row! Who says I ain't good to you?

Lunchbreak Fun

Quick little scribble in the lunchbreak.

Flip Flops

One thing London has in droves is tourists. Come rain or shine there they are, standing just the other side of the tube turnstyle deciding which way to go. Now I'm not complaining about tourists being lost, just their choice of place to stand to figure out which way to go.

Stand at the side!

Ahem. Moving on.

The reason why I'm shouting about this is because my work takes me to all the design agencies which are situated in tourist central, around the west end. Bullying my way through Covent Garden to get to another agency in this weather leaves me pretty hot and bothered.

However, I love doing what this girl is doing. People watching in the busiest, most central location I can find. Awesome. I love seeing people from all nationalities and creeds wandering around shopping and laughing, the big groups of students messing around, the London teenagers with the huge fake watches and thousands of gadgets, and the media kids wearing every latest trend all at once. My favourite game is trying to guess people's nationalities from their clothes and I gain an inordinate amount of pleasure from generally enjoying the vast diversity of the human condition.

Can't wait to get old so I can do it full time!

When The Night Feels My Song

First of the month? Illustrated Song Titles must be upon us! Check out the new images here.

Lawn Bowls

Feel rubbish today. Stupidly I sunburnt myself something chronic on Saturday playing football. As a late 20's ginger person you would have thought I would have learnt by now. But I was tricked and fooled you see. Clouds! They diddled me! They suckered me in whispering quietly "It's ok Mr Reeko, we will protect you as you once again you give the ball away cheeply!". But they lied dear friends, oh how they lied.

Maybe I should take up lawn bowls so I can cover up sensibly for some low impact excitement! I look good in a fedora anyways... 

Fierce

"Oh my dayz, I is well fierce innit?"

Rocket Words of Doom

A perfect title for a Friday 13th. And I have to get on plane later...

Drew this one a few weeks back when I really wanted to decimate someone with my words of wrath (I didn't by the way, I must be learning!).

A little general update, I'm really busy hence all the sketchy posts rather than vector delights. After a couple really interesting reviews of my work by some cloak and dagger, funny handshaking, wink wink nudge nudge professionals I will be concentrating on this side of what I do for a bit. Well, as soon I can take some time off from all the graphic design I'm doing...

So, partly because of all that a little hiatus will now ensue. See you in a couple weeks!

Forgotten

If only I could forget all the dull mindless hours I spend on the tube... Good news is, I'm working locally next week so I get to see a bit of the world on my way across west London.

Expect a rant about buses next week then...

Baby

(Put on all black clothing, cut chunks out of beard, dig out army boots, attach red scarves to various parts of body)

"So, er, ya. The theme of "baby" can actually, you know, symbolise my entire output of the late early part of 2006-8 apart from the three months I spent brainstorming with vast numbers of people about the theme of intense isolation."

"Right. So how does this piece fit in with that?"

"Well, er, if you had, you know, read my 30,000 word overview statement of the collection followed by each piece's individual 100,000 word synopsis followed by the 10 hour documentary I shot on 35mm black and white film in a language of my own devising I think you'd find everything's pretty clear. Or a least in certain shades of grey..."

"Ok, you know what else is pretty clear?"

"I dearly hope you are going to say the infinite possibility of the colour sub-red and it's attachment to inner city meta culture?"

"Nope, but I know now exactly where your head is firmly placed."

"Would you like to write my biography? You seem to understand me completely..."