Lightweight fiddling

More marker pens/ photoshop/ monkey related fiddling. Back to pencils next, got work to do.

Heavyweight fiddling

Mainly today, fiddling about has ruled over all else and everything else has suffered. So here's another Monkey featured toe dipping into media experimentation. Marker pens and the first ride on a wacom tablet.

Day Job #2

Leaving the harbour after work yesterday, I passed a conspicuous trio. Two media types (camera goblin and daylight reflector lady) accompanying a Statuesque Lady in a mini dressing gown and jaunty sailor hat. Several times I resisted the urge to turn around and drive back to see what they were up to. I decided I might prefer making up what might be underneath; racy naval uniform, salty sailor tattoos . . . . .

New Minotaur Shock

Here comes some more of that special Minotaur Shock sound. As next month Amateur Dramatics, album number 3, is released in 11 parts for download and I have the pleasure of joining in again. Here are some peeps at the characters that accompany each of the 11 individually and specifically priced tracks.
And Minotaur Dave talks to Stephen Merchant on the 6Music (listen again after about 1hr 20mins)

Monkey Fun

Today, I have been practicing with a brush pen and I am in New Nib Territory. Prompted by Mr E Cowan and Mr J Hewlett I've had a go at Sun Wukong (Mr M Magic)

Day Job

While I was at 'boat work' today, the elderly lady who lives by the jetty appeared asking 'do you know anything about guns? I CAN'T UNFASTEN THE BAYONET FROM THIS RIFLE' She then wandered off muttering 'It's not usually a problem etc etc . . .

Meatball Sub

Köttbullen's Swedish submersible. I new I'd get round to it one day.

Dr Who punch up.

Tennants Super smacks Davros one (knocking out his Blue Eye) while Tennants Extra overwhelms the other Daleks and Tom Baker slaps Hitler with the fantastic Dalek Caan. In the furore BA and Jet attempt to disarm the reality bomb.

At least that's how I like to remember saturdays finale.

Oh say can you see . . . . .

. . . . . that tiny little guy whacking away on upturned bins and buckets with drumsticks? Here's a souvenir from a visit to San Francisco last year, specifically Market Street.

Ben Bramble

Here's a bit of one of those long thought about story ideas that recur through my sketchbooks every now and then. Sometimes the stories start with an actual narrative to fill out like The Pudding Factory. Others work the other way, slapping bits of ideas around until a story somehow connects them together.

This is a sketchbook page showing a Zombie Highwayman who goes on to terrorize a country hotel. It's one of slapping together ones.

Dream Doctor Who

I imagine this week is quite the week for wondering about Dr Who. I had plenty of proper stuff to be getting on with yet couldn't help but wonder 'What if . . . . ?'

Bunty V The Bear-O-Tron

Bunty Holsters has a run in with the Bear County monsters.
It's amazing how a big and important 'to do' list can generate surprising and inventive distractions. Hence Bunty Holsters. That 'to do' list is being dealt with aswell.

Bunty Holsters

Things have been a bit off target lately. I'm not having the time to draw/ scan/ colour at the mo. I have to spend more time paying attention at work and not drawing. Gelatina's still dangling in that scrap with The Crapodiles and Smazmak.
Still, best foot forward.

Bitter Truth

Went passed the house of the 'most saddest/ awesome' bloke today to find that the Tardis was completed. Sadly, instead of thrumming into the ether, the time machine was turned on it's side and slid into the back of a lorry.

Real life is sometimes just not as shiny.

Further contribution.

Carrying an A6 sketchbook is a habit acquired since my college years and though some get carried around for a year before being finished others can take just a couple of weeks. Increasingly i'm finding unplanned contributions from the nippers added when thye book's been left around. Here are entries from the 8 year old boy and his 5 year old sister. (Her text reads; The pirate was eating children, the children tasted nice)