A Very Modern Owl

Beach Wander

These are three small canvases I have made for an exhibition with my fellow Illustration students from Camberwell College of Art. The exhibition is called 'Play Room', and will take place at DreamSpace Gallery near Old Street Tube, London, starting on 10th March. The images are made up from a combination of photographic transfer and mixed media.

Sleeper

Pigeons

Under Milk Wood

(Silence)

FIRST VOICE (Very Softly)

To Begin at the Beginning:

It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine to-night in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump at the town clock, the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows' weeds. And all the people of the lulled and dumbfounded town are sleeping now.
Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers, the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher, postman and publican, the undertaker and the fancy woman, drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, policeman, the webfoot cocklewomen and the tidy wives...
....Time passes. Listen. Time passes.
Come closer now.

From Under Milk Wood, Dylan Thomas, 1954

Trafalgar Square Penguin Party

An invasion at Trafalgar Square. I still feel a bit confused about where I am going with my work - it's a bit amorphous, I don't feel that my illustration style has settled down into something instantly recognizable as mine. But now the Research paper is more or less finished, I am very happy to get back to the important business of drawing penguins.

Spirit of the Highlands, pursued by a research paper, and a small flock of tea cups.