Self Portrait

In my mind i'm an 8 foot amazon...

Felt tip pen, photoshop coloured

Lucy On The Ground With Flowers

By far the most popular of all my illustrations, Lucy is a little anti beatles protest.

Aquarells.

Lighthouse

No story, just an image that popped into my head.

Felt tip pen & watercolour.

Queenie Series

I started this series when I first decided to try my hand at illustrating. I didn't have any particular story in mind, I just set about doing a bunch of illustrations based on my daughter and I.

Felt tip pen and aquarells.

Ugly Sisters

Cinderella's ugly sisters attend the ball.

Felt tip pen & aquarells.

gravity plays a bum note

Rocket

A few samples of a series I did to practice illustrating someone elses story. I chose a song by Kate Bush , Rocket, about a her dog who decides to try and launch himself into space.

Felt tip pen & aquarells.

Vali

My first experiment at illustrating with oil on canvas. A portrait of Vali Myers as either eve or the apple offering witch in snow white.



for more fascinating information on Vali Myers visit Vali Myers Studio

Witches

An old felt tip pen on paper peice

photoshopping

After realising that I had accidentally drawn these with the non water-proof pen and so i couldnt use aquarells to colour them in, I decided to have a bash at colouring in Photoshop.

This first one is a line from a bjork song


This one is the evil snow queen from Narnia, drawn long before the movie came out! The snowflakes are filled in with a mosaic of photographs of real snowflakes.

Autolycus By Midnight

felt tip pen on paper


Autolycus by Midnight

Forgetting sleep , as finding faith in places
Grander than an adult’s eye can go,
And slow! No sleeper’s ear could hear her so
Creeping down the dark familiar spaces,
Unshod ; uncertain ;knowing and wanting still
Setting out on tipping toes the clinging cold
The tabled bier, the black, forbidding fold
Dancing like a nightcoat’s flapping frill;
To will; to snap unseen the silver thread
That holds her hanging hand; and now
With ruby-tasting sweets to sneak to bed,
Darker than the dusklight, first fruits of sin
Fat, fallen grapes too heavy for the bough,
Awaiting teeth that break their supple skin.

-Thomas Clark

Autolycus dreams

oil on canvas board.