Thursday, 31 July 2014


We finally took a pilgrimage to the land of vending machines and comics. Here are some drawings of: i) beautiful stairs leading up to a shrine gate and Adrienne sketching, ii) an umbrella made from a coffee sack, iii) a restaurant built in a traditional style in Nikko, iv) sketches from a boat trip through downtown Tokyo, and v) the top of the stairs at the shrine of the sleeping cat in the Nikko temple district.

Monday, 7 July 2014

Colour Thumbnails

Beginning to experiment with colour. I enjoy this so much more than trying to pull a colour out of the air and find it's match in a photoshop palette.

Saturday, 28 June 2014

Life Drawing in Namwon

We met for plum tea and life drawing in a 70s style Jeju house. Soo Yeoun Baek was welcoming and charming, and told us she had studied in Wimbledon. Hence the name of the group. Very satisfying day.

Wednesday, 18 June 2014

Drinking Problem

I got to correct my mistake about which side women have their zips. That means it's definitely her mum's jacket. Thank my errant foot, because her father is tiny and her jacket is way too big to have been made for either of them.

Saturday, 10 May 2014


A detail from Lee Joongseop street in Seogwipo, named for a local artist. It is absolutely beautiful, and full of little craft stores and attractive buildings. I picked the least picturesque thing on the road to draw, but I love the clutter on the outside of ordinary buildings.

Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Night on the Farm


The sheep dog sleeps beneath the gutter,
its back legs shake, and it's eyelids flutter.
It runs in dreams, its head bowed low,
Its paw prints fresh in the virgin snow.
The wolf within begins to stir,
A thing of teeth and matted fur.
The dreaming dog gives joyous chase.
The perfect dog, in the perfect place.

The nesting hen amongst the hay,
Shut inside on a sultry day,
Dreams of claws and scaly armour,
And of eating Andy Todd the farmer.
A set of teeth replaced her beak,
Her talons glistened, sharp and sleek,
And mammals fell beneath her claws,
And squeaked their last between her jaws.

Eyes wide open, staring, haunted,
A good night’s sleep was all he wanted,
So at 2am, Farmer Todd,
Got up, and kneeled, and prayed to God.
“At night,” he says, “I’m all alone,
Cold and naked, far from home.
The dark has teeth and trees have eyes,
In a strange land, under foreign skies.”

-Ewan Green-

Tuesday, 28 January 2014

Stevenson Sketch

-Elaine Breck Stewart-
After a character from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson
I would love to see a gender-reversed version of his stories, so I did this. :D

Thursday, 23 January 2014

Parrot Soldier

Sgt. Jacques Oiseau de la Plume Rouge
(morning sketch)

Sunday, 5 January 2014

Tamika Flynn

"During the weather, I got word from some witnesses at the helicopter accident. The Sheriff’s Secret Police found several large slingshots and heavy stones nearby that matched, in size and shape, the dents on the helicopter’s engine casing. They also found a well-worn and heavily-notated copy of Death Comes for the Archbishop by Willa Cather."
- from “Missing”, episode 36 of Welcome to Night Vale by Commonplace Books

Monday, 16 December 2013

Lot 37

"I go now to find myself, or to find who has myself, or to find someone that might make me feel better about what happened today.
I’d take that last one, honestly. I’d take that honest, last one”
-Welcome to Night Vale by Commonplace Books

Friday, 1 November 2013

Welcome to Night Vale Fan Art

"My brave Carlos stepped out into the pit, climbing down the slope. At first onlookers were horrified at his lunatic descent, then they were confused as he got to the city much faster than they expected. and then there was panic, as their eyes told them a story they could not understand, let alone believe. “Behold,” said Carlos, standing in the center of the underground city, “This is not an enormous city miles below the earth, it is a very small city about 10 feet below the earth, populated by tiny people who have had to spend a year slowly climbing the ten feet to our world.” He gestured at the spires which came up approximately to his knees. “We have nothing to fear.” Well, if Carlos says it, I will happily repeat it.
We have nothing to fear, and never did.”
-Welcome to Night Vale, Ep 25, by Commonplace Books

Friday, 6 September 2013

Malcy's Mistake

The nesting chook amongst the hay,
Shut inside on a sultry day,
Dreams of claws and scaly armour,
And of eating Andy Todd the farmer.
A set of teeth replaced her beak,
Her talons glistened, sharp and sleek,
And mammals fell beneath her claws,
And squeaked their last between her jaws.


Sunday, 1 September 2013

September Foreigners' Market

It was too hot, so all the trees, the stalls, and the other people melted as I was drawing them.
By the end we were floating in white space, just us and the sun, which was weird.
Also, there was no shade.

Thursday, 22 August 2013

Bad Dog

"It is time you discovered your true nature.

...elegant, dignified, fierce."

Wednesday, 31 July 2013


I've come to the most challenging part of my story. There are some pretty improbable things to come after this image. Should I explain Rusty's thought processes? They are pretty interesting thoughts for a dog. I don't generally like this expository stuff. Let's see what comes naturally.

Monday, 29 July 2013

Sketch from Guinsa

Just returned from an incredible trip to the mainland. This amazing temple was definitely the highlight. It is nestled between two mountains and can fit up to ten thousand monks at capacity, although the kitchens can accommodate twice that many.

Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Runaways Poster Design

I think it might work a bit better if they're further apart, like in a Where's Wally picture.