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Mannequin factory, Long Island City, 1969
Erich Hartmann

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Mannequin factory, Long Island City, 1969

Not sure where to go from here with this one…

Not sure where to go from here with this one…


Core


Worked this up quickly as part of a drawing project I’ve started with my friend Gavin, more from which I’m sure I’ll share soon.

Goliath

Many thanks to Tumblr for featuring my whale illustration on the Radar, the amount of interest has been amazing.

Goliath


Many thanks to Tumblr for featuring my whale illustration on the Radar, the amount of interest has been amazing.

Pills, pills, pills.


Following on from a little minor surgery I had recently, here’s a bit of WIP artwork.

Oxfam: 85 richest people as wealthy as poorest half of the world


An article in the Guardian by Graeme Wearden from earlier on this year struck a chord with me. Certainly worth a read. Who ever said that inequality like this was ok?

Jazz Age in Technicolour

Jazz Age in Technicolour


Twig.
Spring has sprung.

Twig.


Spring has sprung.

New Zealand.
Coming on 3 and a half years ago, my Mum and step-father emigrated to the southern hemisphere. This winter I will be out there visiting for the the first time. This illo was a super quick job for something recently.

New Zealand.


Coming on 3 and a half years ago, my Mum and step-father emigrated to the southern hemisphere. This winter I will be out there visiting for the the first time. This illo was a super quick job for something recently.

The Well.
Poster artwork created for the New Venture Theatre Production in Brighton.

The Well.


Poster artwork created for the New Venture Theatre Production in Brighton.

LEGO selfie.
THE LEGO MOVIE - Doodle Review.
When my girlfriend Lily and I walked into the local Picturehouse cinema, Duke’s at Komedia, it only took seconds to clock that we were the only two “adults” (debatable) that weren’t accompanied by a member of the smaller persuasion. And no we didn’t take LEGO figures with us, I’m talking about kids. Children, tiddly-winks, bambinos - whatever you call them, there was a shit load of the little gits. Komedia’s commendable stock of booster seats was under serious threat of running dry.
I’m normally a pretty serious film goer, and by serious I don’t mean prolific (though I’m trying to go way more often after picking up a Picturehouse membership - an absolute bargain at £36). No, I mean grumpy. Grumpy and snobby. It only takes a few loud conversations during the trailers to get me hating everybody in the room. But this occasion stands out as a true exception to that rule.
Not only should you all go to see ‘the LEGO movie’ at the next nearest opportunity, you should do your best to see it in a theatre full of small folk. Because at the heart of this flick is pure juvenile abandon and childhood reminiscence. Not only is this the funnest (… real word?) film that you will see in a long while, it’s the funniest too.
Maybe it’s the fact that it pokes fun at itself as much as anything else, or maybe it’s simply because the strength of LEGO’s brilliant design has endured for so long, but I dare you to go see it and not come away with a dozen unearthed memories about your own play sets growing up. In fact I challenge you to not walk out of a showing with sore cheeks from 100 minutes of pure, inane grinning, simultaneously hating how much you love the film’s song ‘Everything is awesome’.
The animation is absolutely gorgeous, being that which drew me in the first instance. During one calm moment (there’s not many), I overheard a small person nearby exclaim “That’s just like my LEGO horse!”. That’s exactly how the quality of the rendering here makes you feel, which is probably one of the only things that stopped me chucking some sweets at his head. Down to the exact amount of dust particles on screen, or the plastic mould lines on every object, the attention to detail here is frankly staggering. 
I could talk about how the film cleverly swerves clear of being pure advertising. I could talk about a middle section that becomes frankly chaotic followed by a third act that comes dangerously close to ruin before a redemptive, surprisingly touching finale. Instead I’ll just urge you to check it out and see for yourself. Now. Go NOW!
Verdict: More than ok, it’s awesome! **** out of *****

LEGO selfie.


THE LEGO MOVIE - Doodle Review.

When my girlfriend Lily and I walked into the local Picturehouse cinema, Duke’s at Komedia, it only took seconds to clock that we were the only two “adults” (debatable) that weren’t accompanied by a member of the smaller persuasion. And no we didn’t take LEGO figures with us, I’m talking about kids. Children, tiddly-winks, bambinos - whatever you call them, there was a shit load of the little gits. Komedia’s commendable stock of booster seats was under serious threat of running dry.

I’m normally a pretty serious film goer, and by serious I don’t mean prolific (though I’m trying to go way more often after picking up a Picturehouse membership - an absolute bargain at £36). No, I mean grumpy. Grumpy and snobby. It only takes a few loud conversations during the trailers to get me hating everybody in the room. But this occasion stands out as a true exception to that rule.

Not only should you all go to see ‘the LEGO movie’ at the next nearest opportunity, you should do your best to see it in a theatre full of small folk. Because at the heart of this flick is pure juvenile abandon and childhood reminiscence. Not only is this the funnest (… real word?) film that you will see in a long while, it’s the funniest too.

Maybe it’s the fact that it pokes fun at itself as much as anything else, or maybe it’s simply because the strength of LEGO’s brilliant design has endured for so long, but I dare you to go see it and not come away with a dozen unearthed memories about your own play sets growing up. In fact I challenge you to not walk out of a showing with sore cheeks from 100 minutes of pure, inane grinning, simultaneously hating how much you love the film’s song ‘Everything is awesome’.

The animation is absolutely gorgeous, being that which drew me in the first instance. During one calm moment (there’s not many), I overheard a small person nearby exclaim “That’s just like my LEGO horse!”. That’s exactly how the quality of the rendering here makes you feel, which is probably one of the only things that stopped me chucking some sweets at his head. Down to the exact amount of dust particles on screen, or the plastic mould lines on every object, the attention to detail here is frankly staggering. 

I could talk about how the film cleverly swerves clear of being pure advertising. I could talk about a middle section that becomes frankly chaotic followed by a third act that comes dangerously close to ruin before a redemptive, surprisingly touching finale. Instead I’ll just urge you to check it out and see for yourself. Now. Go NOW!


Verdict: More than ok, it’s awesome! **** out of *****

Prey: 2econd Coming

Prey: 2econd Coming


Jazz.

Jazz.


Year of the Bronco
The Broncos, my pick for the Superbowl… oh, and Happy Chinese New Year! Bring on the year of the Horse, going to make the most of this one.
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Well that was ridiculous. I think I’ll steer clear of making sporting predictions for a while. Especially the sketched kind!

Year of the Bronco


The Broncos, my pick for the Superbowl… oh, and Happy Chinese New Year! Bring on the year of the Horse, going to make the most of this one.

Well that was ridiculous. I think I’ll steer clear of making sporting predictions for a while. Especially the sketched kind!

Watch this - for whenever you are in doubt about the work you wish to create, but find something almost invisible, stopping you.