Saturday, September 25, 2010

Hi everyone.

Out next Topic/Theme for the next two(2) weeks, will be "Jug Bands"

Take that as you will.
the cut off date is the 9th of October.

as always,
Have fun and GO TEAM!!! YaY!


Sunday, September 19, 2010

poor thing - again

poor thing

Sunday, September 12, 2010


Hey guys!!
Sorry for my leave of absence, I've been on vacacion for a bit!   But now that I'm back it's time for the new assignment!!  SO, without further adeiu:

That's right.  Yellow. 

Promote, advertise, illustrate anything YELLOW.  Bumblebees, sunflowers, urine, WHATEVER!

You'll have a week for this one, so you've got till September 19th.   GET GOIN!

p.s.  I'll be keeping a list of assignment suggestions, so if you've got any ideas, shoot me an email, facebook me,  post it on here, call me, it's all good.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Dirty, Rotten Blogger

I'm worse than a Street Urchin, I'm a BACKPOSTER!! Yeah, I drew this and realized that I hadn't posted anything on here yet and that I really wanted to. Please don't throw me in the Dicksonian reformatory prisons...

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Not just an urchin... A LATE URCHIN.

Dickon Pope, the wiliest, purplest 8 year old wino in London, turns up his suspiciously flushed nose at this blog's suggestion of deadlines or sobriety until 5 o clock. Of course he and his tiny golden labradoodle Wobbles are too busy perilously picking pockets to pay any attention one way or the other.

Dickon was left as a newborn in a paper sack on the doorstep of the local pub, and was adopted by the establishment's well intentioned but notoriously pickled owner much the same way a store might adopt a cat. He enjoys shouting, foolery, dry sherry, wet sherry and passing out in a particularly cozy gutter at night. Wobbles is from a long line of Royal Scottish Labradoodles and can trace his lineage back to Abraham's labradoodle, Mr. Tinkles. He was on the fast track to kennel club stardom when a tragically misplaced pot of tea overturned on his tender young back and left a bald spot so damning that he was forced to the streets. He now aides Dickon in his antics in exchange for a warm box to snuggle in every night. He enjoys long walks on the shoreline, belly rubs and 18th century French literature and makes a mean welsh rarebit when given the opportunity.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The regrettable crown of gluttony

This may be the sickest thing I have ever painted.

He was once a powerful king, but was corrupted by gluttony.  He ate everything that he could, including his servants, his family, and his own legs.  Now he waits alone for bats and spiders to get too close to him so he can eat them too.


PS. Sorry I posted it kinda late hehe