Friday, 20 November 2015

The Return of So Shit Sherlock (#6)


In honour of the new trailer for the Sherlock Special, I've decided to work on a new little piece in my So Shit Sherlock series, detailing why (despite my best efforts) I would make a rubbish consulting detective.
Featuring the lovely Amanda Abbington as Mary Morstan.

Although given that it's taken me nearly two years to release this idea that's been bouncing around in my head since the last series, maybe I'm not so far away as I thought!  Most of my friend's know that my time's been spent working on Super Pooped to deal with all of that junk though, so it's been for good reasons!

Here's hoping I'll be up to drawing more (Sherlock-related or otherwise) in the near future!

In case you've forgotten the old pieces I'll link those below.

Thursday, 1 January 2015

Rockets and Robots

Hello all! I hope you had a lovely Christmas and a New Year's Eve that didn't leave you feeling like death.
To celebrate the new year, here's a look into what I've been up to since I last posted... making another ukulele! This one was for my friend Charlie for Christmas - she has an interest in astrophysics, so the only logical choice for her ukulele was rockets and robots. Obviously.
I've got to say, as fun as this was, never again unless it's for heaps of money. The painting is fun but making a musical instrument takes sooooo looooooong!

The little red guy on the base of the ukulele is my favourite.



Saturday, 15 November 2014

The Anatomy of Jessicat Fletcher

As many of you will know, I have a cat called Jessicat Fletcher. She is adorable and I love her, despite the many cat lady jokes I’ve received (thanks guys, love you too). 
I’ve not done any posts specifically on her before, mainly because I was worried that once I started I'd be unlikely to stop. Only time will tell.

Although I’m technically her owner, I feel that Jess has given me an insight on what it would be like to have a sibling. Basically, my mum feeds us and gets our names mixed up, and, in between short bouts of cuddling, we try to see how much we can irritate each other before the other one snaps.
Please let me know if my only-child conclusions are accurate.

Whilst drawing her it kind of turned into a homage to Sophie Corrigan, who does a lovely series of anatomy images you should check out. So this one's for you, Sophie C.

Finally, my Window Shopper Christmas cards sold out in 5 days! Holy crap! Thanks to everyone who bought some, I hope they get you in the festive spirit.


Thursday, 6 November 2014

Christmas Cards!

It's that time again, people!

My Christmas cards have just arrived from the printers, and once their cellophane wrappings have arrived (so they don't get damaged in the post) they will be ready to purchase!

The cards are A5, with crisp white envelopes. After much debate with myself, others and the printers, the inside of the cards are blank, so you can write your Christmassy messages to all and sundry.

There will be options to buy single cards for £1.50, packs of 6 for £5.50 and packs of 10 for £8.50 (plus postage).

(All cards are kitty approved)

Saturday, 1 November 2014

And now for something completely different...

My halloween costume!

In honour of both Halloween and the fact that Hurdy Gurdy are doing a Sherlock themed event at the Museum of London in November I give you my high-fuctioning sociopath...

(Guest appearance from J Furriarty)

(my normal face)

The workshop at the Museum of London is making paper disguises so come along if you can and become your own Master of Disguise!


Tuesday, 21 October 2014

The Feminist Bee

I often have incredibly detailed and bizarre dreams. I spend a great deal of my time asleep battling the forces of evil, and at 28 I still have flying dreams on a fairly regular basis. I once had a dream that I was on a guided boat tour of a city where every massive building was supported by intricately carved giant elephants doing circus tricks. I was accompanied on the boat trip by several Chinese tourists and David Bowie. We bonded over lost camera batteries. Silly David. He always loses his camera batteries.

Although I can usually guarantee that my dreams are completely weird I can’t always remember all of them, and the other morning I woke up only remembering that I was telling someone, entirely in earnest, that bees needed to be introduced to feminism.
I do consider myself a feminist, simply because I firmly believe that a person’s genitalia has no bearing whatsoever on their worth as a person. I am aware, however, that bees probably don’t need feminism. They’re matriarchal. But I like to think that if bees and humans understood each other better, or perhaps if bees were a little more politically active, they would be our allies. 
On discussing this with my dear friend, and awesome poet, Leanne Moden, she decided that the world should be informed of the feminist bee and her plight. So here are the bees.

(P.S. I went on to worry that maybe male bees were oppressed in bee society and they suffered from terrible misandry (misanbee?) on a regular basis. But then I figured I was probably getting a bit carried away.
That being said if you know of a male bee being oppressed, please don’t stand idly by and let it happen.)

Wednesday, 3 September 2014

Post Art

Every now and again I send my friends in America parcels full of British goodies (it's mostly tea) and I decided to jazz this box up a bit.