Wednesday, 30 June 2010


I got wax crayons for Christmas


a drawing submitted to le gun

Sunday, 20 June 2010

Alternative uses of fish

This poor fish is being used as a lantern. He lives in the Pitt Rivers museum in Oxford, an amazing horde of things.

Tuesday, 15 June 2010

What a Life etching

One of my etchings. For a print project in the first term, we were given a couple of sentences from surrealist narrative 'What a Life', a story created to go with images from a department store catalogue. We got the words, and a randomly picked copy of Sunday Times magazine from the 70s, to take imagery from. My sentence was about stumbling upon a beautiful lady asleep and dreaming - my magazine had an advert with an orchestra in, and lots of ship logos, so I chose to show her in her dreams. She's in the crow's nest.

Thursday, 10 June 2010

Alice in Wonderland

Here are my illustrations for Alice in Wonderland, the project linked to the cover design competition. You may see the girl again, I'm recycling her because she's not really tied to being Alice, and let's face it, I may have been carried a little too far away from the original text drawing penguins and ice floes. She is reappearing in drawings for a children book I'm working on over summer.

First Lines

here is an excellent first line of an excellent book.

A Fraction of the Whole by Steve Toltz

''You never hear about a sportsman losing his sense of smell in a tragic accident, and for good reason; in order for the universe to teach excruciating lessons that we are unable to apply in later life, the sportsman must lose his legs, the philosopher his mind, the painter his eyes, the musician his ears, the chef his tongue.''

and I can't resist a bit more

''Most of my life I never worked out whether to pity, ignore, adore, judge or murder my father. His mystifying behaviour left me wavering right up until the end. He had conflicting ideas about anything and everything, especially my schooling: eight months into kindergarten he decided he didn't want me there any more because the education system was 'stultifying, soul-destroying, archaic and mundane'. I don't know how anyone could call finger painting archaic and mundane. Messy, yes. Soul-destroying, no. He took me out of school with the intention of educating me himself, and instead of letting me fingerpaint he read me the letters Vincent van Gogh wrote to his brother Theo right before he cut off his ear, and also passages from the book Human, All Too Human so that together we could 'rescue Nietzsche from the Nazis'. Then dad got distracted with the time-chewing business of staring into space, and I sat around the house twiddling my thumbs, wishing there was paint on them. ''

really brilliant, I've just bought it for my friend Kate for her birthday so I slightly revisited it on the bus.

Monday, 7 June 2010


Earlier this term we did a project called 'to be continued', spending two weeks in print, two in photography, and two in the studio.

These photographs are my final outcome. I hired a film camera and searched London for moments of pause. Moments in which the pause is not artificially created by the camera but is visible in real life. They will be continued but as you see them they are utterly frozen.

The first picture was taken in the financial district. The man left the building and walked to that spot. He stood stock still, staring into the building works for several seconds. I took some time to take the shot as it was in bright sunlight, but he did not see me even though i was only a couple of meters away, pointing a camera directly at him. What has he done?

The second was taken outside the Gherkin. By utter serendipity, I wandered past looking for moments of pause and came across a big crowd. It so happened that the Queen was visiting the Gherkin, and was inside that very moment. I positioned myself near the entrance then looked back at everyone else staring without seeing. It was a gift, because every person there had a camera of some sort out - there was nothing noticable about me pointing one around. Eventually Queenie came out - there was a bizarre moment as hundreds of pictures were taken over and over again, phones infront of eyes, and nobody had their hands free, so nobody could clap. The Queen walked silently through and got into her Bentley, which had silently broken down. Out she got, into the people carrier behind, as one of the watchers said 'oh poor cow'.

Wednesday, 2 June 2010

Untangle: the final shortshort

Phoebe and I's final short short, which will be an advert for a website we're setting up. We're making an online, independent kind of directory, of climate change activism. Aimed at people who, like us, do the basics, but don't know where to go from there. We are told over and over to 'do something', 'take action'. But we still found ourselves confused about exactly what to do. The directory will be regularly updated with reports on different subjects: emissions, for example. And our content will come from the work of all major charities, local community activism, and government initiatives, giving people an overview of what possible actions they can do on the subject. We are not experts. But we are trying to make sense of what's going on, for ourselves and others.

If anyone has any experience making websites or advice, we would be eternally grateful. Otherwise we'll just muddle through.