Little Monsters

Some of those freaky little child monsters

Colouring in

Today we helped Alex make paintings for a set he's putting together

I drew a rocket, a cat, some flowers and five elephants.

Lecture posters

These are the lecture posters I made throughout the year for the visiting lecturers

thirteen°

We have a site set up for our little exhibition in Bath, you should have a look and then come to it. It’s from the 18th - 24th June at the 44AD space, Old Pet Shop in town. There will be design, photography and illustration.

There are thirteen of us, and hopefully we will all get a degree, so we’ve called it Thirteen°

Clean Dirt

This is the finished Clean Dirt book

Astrosnorts

This is my little A5 Astrosnorts zine about the twelve men who walked on the moon and their noses.

Wind in the Willows

book mock up

I’ve bound my most recent mock up into a mock cover to see how the paper from the shop is to glue and bind with. On the back the paper has crease along the horizontal channels. and at first the front had some big air pockets, but these managed to dry flat. I’ve not bound anything with the spine before so it was guess work. It fits nicely round the body, but if I had stuck the front page down as end paper like I’ve done with the back page it wouldn’t sit flat when open - this is where knowing how to do spines is important. I found with a very shoddy mock up I did a couple of days ago that having a narrower spine was much more comfortable than having a big one.

I like the green and brown - I will have to try having the brown as a spread of front and back end papers and binding this to a cover in a mort traditional way.

Clean Dirt

After a couple of weeks of hunting I came across this beautiful poem by August Arps and he's very graciously allowed me to use it for the moss book.

Clean Dirt

deep in the clean loamy. in the dark froth of top soil and odd moss - deep
in the tendrils of microscopic cosmologies; fecund and rampant with life -
the long reed holding the wind's note in it's throat
in the failing light, beneath the canopies...
you're gasping. you gasp
at the habit of
love's heart
and the little things, teeming
in the underneath.
where gnashing teeth are dead leaves.
and yellow is origami
in the dappling
of the sun.

and the peace.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/clean-dirt/

I think it's going to work.

The Wind in the Willows

This is my entry for the 2013 Puffin book cover competition