Tuesday, 1 May 2012

It's been a while, blogspot.

Having moved to greener pastures over at tumblr and wordpress (to keep a blog for school-purposes only), I have neglected my little ol' blogspot, and it seems to have been a year since I've posted here. What a year that was. I studied for three and a half months in Toronto, Ontario, creating a huge body of work and then came back to Dundee, creating a slightly smaller body of work and working on a business proposal for my new module (the one we do instead of doing a proper dissertation). So... I guess I should post some work.

Monday, 14 February 2011

cat's life.

A selection of life drawings from the past couple of weeks.

I think they're okay.

Friday, 24 December 2010

warmer now.

Happy festives, chaps.

Thursday, 2 December 2010

oh the weather outside is frightful, and this flat is so cold.

So, we've been granted around two-and-a-half snowdays recently, so I took it upon myself to get some good essay work done. This did not work out the way I'd planned, and so I have decided that today I will probably stay in the flat and try and get the majority of it all down, good an' proper.

Dundee's had a lot of snow recently, you see, maybe not quite enough to merit almost three snowdays, but we do have a lot of tutors venturing from towns/cities that are out-with Dundee, so we will give them the benefit of the doubt. The snow didn't stop our creativity though! My flatmates and myself made a beautiful snowlady...

Unfortunately, she died the next day...

However, before all this snowy frivolity came along, we had been doing some real work at uni. We had a project that was to do a set of illustrations, to illustrate two ancient Chinese fairytales.

I was first given a fairytale called, 'The Moonfish' about a fisherman who is so poor that he tries to catch some silver fish, fails, cries on a fish, the fish turns into a lady and then BOOM, happy ever after. Here's what I made of that...

and the final silkscreen print:

My next story was 'The Ancestors', a man who is eaten by his dead dad, grandad and great grandad because he can't follow all their goals at once. Here's what I made of that...

...and the final silkscreen print:

and some other ideas that didn't make it on to the final presentation boards...


Sunday, 14 November 2010

more&more&more&more birds.

This is from a wee while ago, but this blog isn't really in chronological order...

Basically, got a brief to do a CD cover for a choice of three songs; 'I'm Not Done' by Fever Ray, 'Birds' by Crystal Castles and 'Strange Form of Life' by Bonnie Prince Billy.

I chose Bonnie Prince Billy, because I already liked his work and thought that I'd best be suited to his style, however, I think this could be better.

Some sketchbook:

This, in reality, is more blue, when I uploaded it to photobucket it made it go green and I don't have photoshop on this PC to fix it, but yeah, here's the final piece:

Saturday, 13 November 2010

toto, we're not in kansas anymore.

We had to do some digital collaging the other week. I have a lot of learning to do on the photoshop front, and I'm not great at collaging, but it was pretty fun?

I didn't do these on the computer. :(

I did this on the computer:

Thursday, 11 November 2010

so it goes.

This is the outcome for our reading week brief, we had to illustrate a piece of text in anyway we saw fit. I chose to illustrate 'Slaughterhouse 5' by Kurt Vonnegut, as I'd just finished reading it so it was all fresh in my mind, it was also a fantastic book.

I chose to focus on two quotes in particular, which were;
'It is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds. And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like “Poo-tee-weet?”’

'The curves were smooth only when seen from a distance. The people climbing over them learned that they were treacherous, jagged things -hot to the touch, often unstable- eager, should certain important rocks be disturbed, to tumble some more, to form lower, more solid curves.
Nobody talked much as the expedition crossed the moon. There was nothing appropriate to say. One thing was clear: Absolutely everybody in the city was supposed to be dead, regardless of what they were, and anybody that moved in it represented a flaw in the design. There were to be no moon men at all.'

This is what I got: