When my mates flew to New York for a classtrip and left me behind, I decided to go to Paris. My then-ex was there too so I thought I would play the smooth criminal as well. Circumstances were perfect.
Well, the picture I drew in the hostel's lavatory sums up my trip perfectly. It was eight o'clock on a Friday night! In Paris, my friend!
When my mates flew to New York for a classtrip and left me behind, I decided to go to Paris. My then-ex was there too so I thought I would play the smooth criminal as well. Circumstances were perfect.
Well, the picture I drew in the hostel's lavatory sums up my trip perfectly. It was eight o'clock on a Friday night! In Paris, my friend!
Monday, January 4, 2010
Pubnights in Budapest
A sketchbook from the summer of 72. Lots of drunken sailors and even more words of wisdom.
Birmingham escape
Barcelona Sketchbook 2
Barcelona Sketchbook
Another sketchbook I discovered while preparing my new portfolio. These were done in July and August 2007 when I spent a little time in Barcelona to learn spanish and study the ancient art of 'botellon'
A wierd-looking tourist somwhere near the Palace of Monjuic
A woman with a broken arm
A waitress in the bakery where I used to get my mosning coffe and 'boccadillo de queso'
And some more tourists
and some more
A wierd-looking tourist somwhere near the Palace of Monjuic
A woman with a broken arm
A waitress in the bakery where I used to get my mosning coffe and 'boccadillo de queso'
And some more tourists
and some more
Brighton Nostalgia 2.
Blogspot is very handy when you can't be bothered to learn html, but it's anoying you can upload only 5 pictures at a time. Anyways here comes another lot from my late moleskin
Brighton Nostalgia 1.
Now that I've updated my portfolio site - which you can see here - these old sketchbook drawings came down, being too personal to be presented among my commercial illustrations.
However I think they might just be perfect to start this blog. Don't be shy to comment if you recognise yourself.
Michelle is lost in drawing something
(before we went to Cottesmore Elementary to teach a class of 5 year-olds how to do art)
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