Unicorns and Lungfish

Inward Eyes

2012-02-14T23:33:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I hung the work for my new show with the amazing Audrey Tan. Inward eyes, which opens on the 17th at about 6 o'clock will showcase the efforts of 3 months of work. I have done many pencil drawings of spirit boys and pine trees, as well as some embroidery, a soft sculpture and some pencil pyramid sculptures. Audrey has also done lots of things including handmade bags, paintings and drawings.

so if you are around Collingwood then do please stop by, I will be in there on Saturday and Sunday.
Here are some photographs of my work, taken by my good friend Lambros Stavrias, to see more of his work click on his name and you will be transported to his blog.

Papercuts: Deeper

2012-02-14T23:26:00.000-08:00

Paper cuts deeper is a show what I helped curate with the wonderful Jess Wilson. The show is currently running at Trocadero gallery in Footscray. If you have never been to Footscray then this is your chance, hop on the Werribee train, go to Savers, have some African food and head over to 119 Hopkins street to see work by Soft Science, Supercube, Jess Wilson, Julia Trybala, Marian Crawford, myself and many more.

Moleskine update!

2012-01-19T16:21:00.000-08:00

Even more silly drawings from my Moleskine which I am trying to turn into actual pieces of art for my up coming show at Egg Gallery.

tidy dog and fingernail.

flying dog and wood spirit

secret fort

Satan's camp for boys

Voiceworks # 87 : Play

2011-12-26T03:46:00.000-08:00

Recently I have been published in Voiceworks. I have a short story called 'A Bank of Cloud', accompanied by an illustration, and a poem called 'AA (Mountain Poem)'. Also featured in this issue are all the winners of the John Marsden Prize, including one of closest friends Ainslee Meredith, with her poem 'Advent Meaning'. She blogs at Spatial Blues and is a poet of exceptional skill; her words stay with you long after you read them.

I can't publish any of the work on my blog due to copyright reasons, which is why you should go to Mag Nation or Readings and pick up a copy for a meagre $10.

Mountain smoke

2011-12-26T03:23:00.000-08:00

Here are some new drawings from my Molskine:

shoeless mountain sham holds flag upright!

unstoppable cheer

smelling satan

Dolphins cry.

Blues

2011-12-11T17:42:00.000-08:00

Some quick drawings from my moleskine that are in the process of becoming much better drawings for my upcoming show at Egg Gallery in February.

Early Harvest.

2011-11-16T16:28:00.000-08:00

A little while ago I did some drawings for Early Harvest magazine, which is a collaboration between Harvest and Pigeon Projects. What sets this journal apart from others on the market is that it publishes stories and poems written by children across Melbourne and is edited and marketed by children, with guidance from volunteers.

It was great corresponding with Emma Hewitt, who I have unfortunately not met yet, as I was at Harvest festival in Werribe when the launch was on.

I have not got my copy yet, so these photos are taken from bean there read that.

This is the front cover, which you should look out for at Readings!

And this is a page with one of my drawings on it.

This is the illustration from Olivia.

and this is the illustration for my secret happiness.

As the winter turned the meadow brown

2011-11-16T02:40:00.000-08:00

Some new drawings from my moleskine, which is also new and so full of pages.

Pencil Pyramids

2011-11-13T18:35:00.000-08:00

hot glue, industrial grinding machines, love, and about 60 sheets of sandpaper have created these pencil pyramids.

I will be attaching them to sterling silver chains and selling them very soon.

Sugar swamps with bogs of baby teeth

2011-10-18T19:32:00.000-07:00

Charcoal hearts

2011-10-16T04:11:00.000-07:00

I thought I might do some small drawings in charcoal pencil. Charcoal is a medium I usually avoid, but something felt right about this.

Fragmented

2011-10-16T04:06:00.000-07:00

Thank you Fragmented magazine for publishing three of my drawings, alongside poems written by my boyfriend. A six page spread is hard to come by. Fragmented is an arts and culture magazine created by my good friend Nina Read. You can find it in Brunswick Bound.

Boat

2011-10-09T06:13:00.000-07:00

levitating groups of figures.

2011-09-16T03:19:00.000-07:00

unfinished sketches

As the wind grows cold the trees unfold.

2011-09-05T19:26:00.000-07:00

some new works from my Moleskine, all set to become paintings, etchings, felt soft sculptures and possibly printed onto collars

Going Down Swinging #31

2011-09-05T19:19:00.000-07:00

I have been published in the 31st edition of Going Down Swinging! I am super chuffed to be a part of this fantastic anthology of poetry, prose and art. Above is the cover for the online edition, drawn by my good friend Jess McCausland, who blogs over at Surface Area .

And this is the cover for the print edition, with font design by McCausland, and designed by Jessica Freidmann.

This is the page I illustrated (page 65), right beside a lovely poem by Jodie Lea Martire. The poem and my drawing fit together very nicely I think, the poem possessing a powerful stillness and acute attention to detail.

And finally here is a better look at the illustration. If you are in Mag Nation or Readings then please pick up a copy of this great body of work!

Treasure.

2011-09-05T17:37:00.000-07:00

Bedroom treasure.

Kitchen treasure.

Backyard treasure.

bathroom treasure.

Living room treasure.

photography project, showing all my treasures.

Spiragraphs

2011-08-27T19:58:00.000-07:00

My friend Audrey Tan has a spiragraph, I do not. This is largely because I spent all my money on horrible frozen yogurt, from Tutti Frutti, which is the worst and most expensive place to ever open up. If you are in QV please do not buy anything from them, you will be bitterly disappointed.

Sugar swamp

2011-08-27T19:49:00.000-07:00

I have been painting swamps again, here are two unfinished paintings, with peacocks and tigers and sticks tied together.

And down below are some pastel experiments that might soon have some boy figures frolicking in them.

Black and gold.

2011-08-14T20:17:00.001-07:00

Blue and Red

2011-08-14T20:16:00.000-07:00

Blue wren, red panda.

2011-07-31T08:08:00.000-07:00

plans for ivory jewellery.

Two tram trips work.

Zine ideas, and fox drawings.

Painting.

AA continued

2011-07-31T08:03:00.000-07:00

Some more progress on some watered down acrylic paintings. When I paint or use colour in general I have noticed two things which always happen, I always seem to try to balance out a primary coloured palate and I also tend to paint over them at least four times, so don't expect these colours to look like this when finished.

AA

2011-07-28T20:19:00.000-07:00

Stickers

2011-07-20T23:12:00.000-07:00

These are some hand drawn stickers I will be putting up on easey st collingwood, my new home.

I hope tonight I dream and salty tears drip down my back.

2011-07-19T07:05:00.000-07:00

A chase involving one cat.

a secret wedding in a clearing, the moss-ground undulating.

4th dimensional pathos.

lines of Ted Hughs.

lately I have been listening to a lot of and reading lots of sad books about mountains and south american dictatorships. I also sprinkled some pom-poms over some new paintings which are hanging in Edinburgh Castle. Not the real one, the one of Sydney road.

guiding instruments

2011-07-10T19:26:00.000-07:00

Smoke signal, protection light from the heart made with thumb and forefinger, the swan of longing.

Signal flag, magic floating streamer coin of luck.

Owl guide, finger search light for tiny bones.

Teepee shell shrines, smoke signals.

Magpie burial.

2011-07-07T22:29:00.000-07:00

In black and white.

And in colour.

rise up in torrents; Water and sadness, rise and raise up the Floods!

2011-06-27T00:19:00.000-07:00

Some more drawings with red and blue pens on faun paper.

making windmills and weathercocks everywhere, beneath a drizzling rain.

2011-06-27T00:15:00.001-07:00

I have moved house and now live in Collingwood, on Easey st, right down from Backwoods gallery. It's a smaller space but I still have a studio space in the living room. These are some drawings I did frantically during the long and grueling move.

Amongst mangroves calls the branching night.

2011-06-05T03:02:00.000-07:00

I have been working on a large scale painting over the past two days instead of doing what I really should be doing, that being drawings of interior spaces and a charcoal transcription project of a Vermeer painting. Here are some details, the background is actually a lot more blue, I tried to fix this on photoshop but I couldn't get it right, so you will have to imagine. Above is a video of it, earlier in the day.

Tent shell, three sticks tied together for warmth.

Shaman: the unfolding of the mangroves.

Levitating oars and sausage dog.

The swampland plantation.

Mystery tents.

Magic sticks

2011-06-02T19:37:00.000-07:00

Last Wednesday morning I was in an awful wisdom tooth induced creative slump. I spent most of the morning feeling generally shitty and trying to draw 'interoir spaces' for my drawing folio (which I still have not done). After a while of this I dragged myself out of bed and had some brule grapefruit at Captains of Industry. While I was there I was served by a delightful bearded man in a spotted bow-tie, the day was feeling much better already. Then I hung out for a bit at Mitten Fortress with David and Stanislava, two amazing creative people. We sat at the work bench talking about painting mediums, hedgehogs Spinoza and Nietzche. After 3 hours of being with them I felt completely renewed, almost healed from my tooth ache pain. I drew these two drawings while I was there, and then finished them off that night.

Magic sticks, blind drawing

Magic sticks, levitation.

I would carve your face if I knew its shape.

2011-05-26T01:52:00.000-07:00

new drawings, from my Moleskine.

Finished paintings

2011-05-25T08:21:00.000-07:00

They are finished, but there will be more. I really like them for their micro-utopian quality, little worlds to get lost in. Painting is a new thing for me, it involves a slower pace than drawing and a greater awareness of balance of colour.

Swamps

2011-05-03T08:19:00.000-07:00

More swamp paintings, I am really enjoying these, they are getting really colourful. I have been looking through 1980's national geographic for colour choices, which I think adds a certain vintage feeling.

Painting

2011-04-28T08:19:00.000-07:00

For class we have to do some paintings, a series of 5 or so images that relate to each other, I am thinking of doing something a series of paintings in this style:

Mountain Trip

2011-04-28T08:15:00.000-07:00

This past week I have been up the mountains, these are a few things that I did while I was up there.

I made a life plan with my boyfriend of all the places we want to visit

Went for lots of bush-walks, and attempted to draw all the interesting things I found, I got this far:

I also did some drawings:

Blue like the mist.

2011-04-20T07:41:00.001-07:00

slow lick of fire

2011-04-20T07:34:00.000-07:00

Here are some recent drawings from my Moleskines, the first two were done while being read russian poetry over Pims and Dirty Three at Barkly street, they express an interest in Whale bones, mysticism and space detritus.

These next two drawings were done in the library at uni while looking at boys.

I am particularly happy with this one, click to enlarge.

Light in the river

2011-04-08T07:18:00.001-07:00

Universe knit

2011-04-07T05:31:00.000-07:00

trying out some colour.

Gypthics

2011-04-06T01:05:00.001-07:00

Bones of the Birches

2011-03-29T03:36:00.000-07:00

Collab.

2011-03-23T02:13:00.000-07:00

collaborative drawing with Elysse, my boyfriend's little niece. I think it turned out pretty neat.

Dichotomy

2011-03-23T01:02:00.000-07:00

Ark

2011-03-21T05:01:00.000-07:00

Silk cut stickers

2011-03-21T04:54:00.000-07:00

These are the first of some silk cut and dry point pressed stickers I am making for my printing subject at university. I am pretty chuffed with how they turned out.

Wattle Mountain

2011-03-18T22:52:00.000-07:00

Two new drawings I am working on.

Etching plates

2011-03-12T22:49:00.000-08:00

These are two etching plates of copper I have been scratching up today, to be made into hand printed stickers for an art project I am doing for Uni. In my project I am putting stickers on peoples ipods to make them less aware of the consumer nature of the product and hopefully more aware of the experience of listening to music. If you would like me to interview you about your ipod and give you some stickers to cover up that awful apple symbol, just email me. aaron.a.billings@gmail.com.

World I'd like to wake up to.

2011-03-11T23:15:00.000-08:00

Drawing of the 'world I'd like to wake up to for the ABC arts pool, which can be seen here: http://pool.abc.net.au/media/world-id-wake

Clearly the world I want to be in is full of whales and twigs and glowing prisms.

Collab.

2011-02-28T01:32:00.000-08:00

One of the best people I have met at Monash, is Hayden Daniel who runs the blog http://artofhtd.blogspot.com/ which showcases his little cartoon drawings and paste ups which have a boyish energy to them as well as being just generally cool. Today during my 5 hour break between classes I did some collaborative drawings in the library with him. This is one of them:

I did the head.

Under the Milky-Smooth Way

2011-02-28T01:25:00.000-08:00

Here are some recent works which are as yet unfinished. In other news I have started a Visual Arts degree at Monash, it's pretty cool, there is great common room with a microwave and I have met some really great people, two in particular.

Weeping willow won't you wallow louder.

2011-02-16T05:53:00.000-08:00

Hand drawn stickers on brown 'Officeworks sticker paper', I still have no idea where I will stick these, possibly I will send them to Denmark to stuck up in some place cool over there. Hand drawn stickers have a sadness to them, so much work goes into them just to see them stuck up somewhere and then the next month gone, but it's a good sadness, like when you rip the leaves off silverbeets.

With knives they dug metal out of stone.

2011-02-13T23:19:00.000-08:00

Ainslee and I had another meeting today, most of which consisted of us silently leafing through books of poems, folklore, bird guides and an Icelandic dictionary in silence. Ainslee wrote a poem and I draw these two gold pictures, I would have finished them but my gold pen just ran out. I will but a pen tomorrow and continue.

'boy in forest'

'Red caped woman of kumquats'

Lost in a Forest.

2011-02-10T23:25:00.000-08:00

For the past week I have been communing with the fog, pressing storms into books as if they were flowers, making bark boats and bathing in unicorn perfume under the bright moon and it's hand picked stars. I have begun a project with my friend Ainslee, a poet who runs the blog spatial blues. Ainslee is one of those people you meet that change you forever, as if sent from god. We are creating a hand printed zine, with poems and drawings detailing a boys mystical journey into a forest, the finished product will be printed on Stonehenge fawn paper and printed on a soy-based flatbed printer with some of the art being printed with a gocco printer.

Here are some Gods:

The God of Bark Boats.

The Spirit of Bent Sticks.

The God of Sticks Suspended in Spider Webs.

The Reaper of Bird Hearts.

These are drawings that will accompany the poems, however I also plan to do some gold drawings which will be more loosely connected to the writing. Ainslee and I will have another meeting sometime this week.

Lighter of Lanterns.

2011-02-02T15:00:00.000-08:00

Pastel river

2011-01-31T20:32:00.000-08:00

working in pastel, considering doing a series of pastel drawings, but for the moment just playing around with layers and colours.

Raven

2011-01-30T15:27:00.000-08:00

Sorry about the low quality image of this drawing, it is a very large one, about A3 sized.

Center fold

2011-01-26T22:19:00.000-08:00

Glass-blown face.

2011-01-24T21:18:00.000-08:00

These are two recent drawings from my Moleskine, I hope they are visually pleasurable. Recently I have begun listening to lectures while I draw, some good, some terrible. The best lectures I find a mostly given by professors with a least two or more cultural backgrounds, many of the lectures given by American intellectuals are affronting, unpleasant and full of sarcasm and bitchiness. I am so tired of irony, I try to avoid it as much as possible, sincerity, love and the ability to convey ideas succinctly is where it's at.

Tattoo design continued.

2011-01-24T21:10:00.000-08:00

For a while now I have promised the lovely Shay, who runs the blog http://littleswoon.tumblr.com/ that I would design her a tattoo for her fancy arms. So I thought I would stop drawing things which are not this and draw exactly what this is. Firstly here are two ideas which I think might work well, they don't have to be blue, and I hope the fills would not hurt too much:

And here are some sketches of other ideas:

Familiar

2011-01-23T19:58:00.000-08:00

Wind Chime.

2011-01-18T19:37:00.000-08:00

A drawing on spare gocco paper, it is strange signing work with 11 now, also I'm 22 today.

Gocco Prints

2011-01-18T19:31:00.000-08:00

A series of gocco prints I did yesterday at Mitten Fortress, there are 10 of each print design available for $30 each plus postage, if you would like a felt toy with that package it will set you back another $15. contact me on: aaron (dot) a (dot) billings (at) gmail (dot) com

Silent Woods.

2011-01-17T04:59:00.000-08:00

Matias

2011-01-12T00:49:00.000-08:00

Another drawing of Matias.

Olive branches.

2011-01-10T21:00:00.000-08:00

controller of the sky and water

2011-01-10T20:54:00.000-08:00

A Crossway to Scotland he was building.

2011-01-06T18:53:00.000-08:00

The articulation of our elbows and knees make us buckle.

2011-01-05T20:43:00.000-08:00

New drawings that I am working on, I'm not sure if they are finished.

Images that Inspire

2011-01-04T18:08:00.000-08:00

Milk flowing into a lake.

Open and closed sign design

2011-01-04T04:35:00.000-08:00

These are some illustrations I did for Petrova to be used as open and closed signs for her lovely store 'Lady Petrova'. I don't think they are up yet, but very soon you should be able to see them hanging down Scotts Alley. Also I handed some more drawings in there to hopefully be sold.

Everything But Snow

2011-01-02T07:54:00.000-08:00

Poet and editor Josephine Rowe has a new website. I implore anyone with a love for poetry, whimsy or bird cages to make it their homepage from now on. It also features a portrait I drew some time ago. I am super honoured to even be on speaking terms with a talent such as Josephine, and it was wonderful to work with her — if it wasn't almost three in the morning I would be swooning right now.

Water's head

2011-01-01T02:29:00.000-08:00

Paper cutting

2010-12-29T17:37:00.000-08:00

I got a cutting board and some real nice cutting knives for Christmas, thanks to the lovely Fez. This is their first test, my symmetry leaves a little to be desired and some of my lines are a bit wavy and unclean, but I plan on being better so it's ok.

Portrait of Matias

2010-12-19T20:51:00.000-08:00

Meredith

2010-12-19T08:13:00.000-08:00

I went to Meredith recently, spent some good times with some of my favorite people and drew a few things while I was there.

Holes poked through

2010-12-19T06:52:00.000-08:00

Two new drawings from my Moleskine expressing my continued interest in stars, clouds, water and lemurs.

Boy

2010-12-06T19:30:00.000-08:00

Breaking from my usual pen work I am attempting to do some pencil and charcoal drawings of boys, It is much easier to capture facial expression and tone in pencil and this makes for some beautiful definition of features. Expect more boys.

Inside mitten fortress

2010-12-06T17:53:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I spent an afternoon with Ghostpatrol and Miso inside their mitten fortress studio, I will be working as an artist assistant for them, cutting paper houses, priming linen and doing various other odd jobs. While I was there I drew these three drawings.

Druid.

2010-12-04T18:36:00.000-08:00

This is a large drawing I am working on, it is very large so it does not really fit into my scanner.

Lilac Mountians

2010-11-22T16:43:00.000-08:00

This is a large piece of about A3 size which I have been working on over the past 2 weeks in preparation for my folio interviews with RMIT and Monash. I am really happy with the amount of colour in this one, I am glad my style is going in a colourful direction.

A bank of cloud.

2010-11-14T04:37:00.000-08:00

I wrote a short story for school, and did illustrations for it — here it is. I don't normally write but I really enjoyed writing this and I think it turned out well.

A bank of cloud.

She is counting stains on the ceiling, most of which look like Tasmania. She has been doing this for hours. She knows that beyond the ceiling there is a carpet of sky, with so many stars and planets that she could not put one finger between any two. She knows this because she saw them yesterday, before the storm picked up overnight, before she opened the emergency canned peaches. Apart from stay watch over night there is very little she could have done, the snow consumed the garden fence three days ago and yesterday was window-depth. Now she worries that she’ll forget the constellations, that this ceiling map will become her new sky.

The snow which has fallen this year has been in excess, like the pollen of last spring, which fell from the mountains, ruining the plough of the greasy black engines and meadow combs. For these were malevolent structures, formed of unclimbable chasms, bursting clouds like fluffy piñatas and winding crooked paths which lead men to their death, all clutching miniature portraits of lost loves and their socks all stuffed with basil leaves (a custom that was meant to ward off evil spirits). Roads that year were scattered with yellow bristles making the whole town look like it was decorated for a monolithic vigil. All human endeavours in the town stopped. Still she remembered shamrock stems grew to be bitten and sucked, and the periwinkle flowers yielded honey, all flora flourished under the mountain spell.

She read a poem once which said that wolves are common in these parts, and they bury their young in snow. She is a poet herself and so she knows they lie but this still does not shake the feeling. She thinks if she looks hard enough she will find them, tiny stub noses poking out of the white snow, crescent moon claws.

She has slowly begun to eat snow. She scrapes snow now from the open window-sill feeling the wind travel down her dress, kissing her back. Snow is soft as caviar and it shines like the water’s pearls. She picks a handful, careful not to disturb any sleeping cubs which rest within, and forces it down; it’s like golden syrup. Snow is her connection to the land and to him: she knows somewhere his feet tread this very snow, and so she delights in feeling the chilling snow down her wide-open throat.

The night before she dreamt of him, floating ten inches above the bed all wrapped in garlands with an aquamarine halo. He was bending a stick in a semicircle, his fawn coloured hair rising as if suspended in water, gardenias attached to the ends like reverse weights. He lingered there with the expression of a deity.

That morning she woke to the smell of basil as if to the smell of smoke. Of course there was none (no love-worn men in dove-grey shawls, no yellow pollen failing.) But as the film of sleep was still on her eyes she thought she saw little bunches, tied with a lavender bow set in the corners of her house, yet as she rose more fully both the scent and the basil left. The house smelt of nothing, only snow.

She decides to attempt to clear the door way to the house in case he decides to come back. As she shovels pile after pile of soft white caviar-snow she ignores the yelps and moans and hears instead only the freight trains off in the distance, pounding into the cold, cold morning. They look so far away, yet she remembers how she walked there with him in the autumn, pushing through piles of reddy-brown leaves, so many that they could not have only fallen from the trees in the valley but must have been blown there. She remembers thinking that their combined shape must cover Canada. ‘I’ll bring you back a fossilised foot, or a preserved moth’ and he was gone.

Off on the train, not a freight but a passenger with other men leaving their lovers, all waving their hats and clutching miniatures. They say the custom of miniature portraits is to help a man remember, remember his task, the half face for his future children yet unborn. She has no such portrait so she cannot entertain herself with any guessing games.

She manages to clear the doorway.

She sees him again, alone and palely loitering on a cliff face, his socks are stuffed with basil leaves but still he walks in an agitated state, as if in great danger. All trees around him shake violently and pass their seed to one another. In his hand - she is not sure in the mist of the dream but - she sees herself. She wonders what drove him to this. she concludes it must be the weather; it had been in extremes that year.

The last of the canned peaches lie in a half opened can. To sustain them longer she has taken to adding ice, whisking them together with a fork and drinking the mixture straight from the can, but this is the last of them. Flakes from the stained map sky fall like forget-me-nots and scatter the floor with a whiteness she likens to eggshells. Flakes fall in the shape of Japan, Finland and Ireland. The snow has covered the windows now and outside is beating down on the roof so much that it has moulded the house to a quarter of its actual size. From the flakes coming under the door she knows that it will be impossible to open, the Winter has overtaken her.
In the east a bank of cloud is rising silently like dark bread.

At noon the ceiling caves in the bathroom and the house begins to flood with snow. She is in the living room when it happens, clutching a shovel, sitting diagonal at the head of the table. She sees the snow crawling through the passageway, creeping at a steady pace towards her. She hears the storm pick up, hitting the clay tiled roof with a force that shakes the foundations. Her hands tense up around the shovel handle. The window glass shatters in the bedroom and her bed is soiled with the damp trail of snow. The wind rushes against the sides of the house and the table is shifted four paces to the left. The chair she is sitting on remains in the same place but she drops the shovel. The shovel makes a dull ting on the hard wooden floor.

As the bank of cloud passes over the ranges the wind flings a magpie away and a black gull bends like an iron bar slowly. Woodsmen and husbands look up from their toiling and watch as the cold dark face of the mountain tears apart the cumulonimbus clouds. He is there with many other men, in waist coats holding barometers. He watches the cloud break over the town he left and can only think that it looks exactly like the underside of a ship being torn by an iceberg.

This is the cloud that kills her. Its snow falls heavy on the mound of white, which from a distance looks like an igloo, or an ice fortress. The supports in the kitchen gives way and shelving units collapse and merge, steel pots and skillets fly like bullets and the floor cracks to reveal a fluffy white underside. She is in the corner of the laundry, the only room left untouched clutching Poems of John Keats and a thin black torch. As the house bends and moans she is sure she sees an aquamarine glow coming from the ceiling, and then she sees him again, holding a dead magpie, cradling it in his arms, its dead eyes stare at his shiny, shiny buttons.

As her house is slowly consumed, the gilt and pink domes of Russia melt and fall off, stiff figures of ivory contort and exactly seventy feet up in a black pine tree he is listening to the dull pom pom of someone shooting something. So he does not notice the winter take her, does not see the stub noses protrude from the soft snow and wind their way into the house. All is but whoosh whoosh and pom.

Cup project and Yen

2010-11-14T04:05:00.000-08:00

I am featured in 'The Cup Project', which is an art initiative set up by Amy Graig. Basically, three of my drawings will be featured on select cups in both 1000 £ bend and Horse Baazar, so if you are around that area and hungry for a mocha, then why not ask for your very own unicorns and lungfish collectible cup. On a related note I have also been featured on the Yen magazine website.

Magicer of Wooden Ships

2010-11-01T04:26:00.000-07:00

The magicer of ships is a visual tale of how wooden ships come to be and also a sort of homage to Soft Science, because I love his work maybe a bit too much and I think some of his style may have filtered in to this one.

Skippy-Jack Aoife

2010-11-01T00:33:00.000-07:00

This is a drawing of my sister Aoife and her amazing powers which generate out of her gold fish necklace.

Love beam in full force

2010-10-31T21:36:00.000-07:00

I use magic.

Soft Science, Super Cube and Unicorns and Lungfish combine

2010-10-31T21:12:00.000-07:00

Has a drawing date yesterday, hungover from Halloween and carrying a picnic basket full of text books (to move to my new house). It was so nice to get together and draw, I must make this a more regular thing.
This is a exquisite corpse drawing Soft Science, Super Cube and me (in that order top to bottom) did. We did three all together and each took one home.

and this is a collaborative drawing I did with Soft Science. I did the red stuff.

Cat Tattoo

2010-10-29T01:58:00.000-07:00

I have been asked to design a tattoo for the lovely Shay, who works at Lady Petrova to go on her arm, an accompaniment to a mix tape and other things. She asked for a cat-girl creature, so I used the pose from a sketch I did a while ago (admittedly very Ghost Patrol inspired)
And drew this^ which i hope is not too Ghost Patrol.
^here are some earlier ramblings.

p.s. on a Ghost patrol related note, I may be working as an artists assistant in Mitten Fortress very soon.

Enchafèd

2010-10-29T01:54:00.001-07:00

Flint and Furrow

2010-10-24T06:40:00.000-07:00

Unafraid of wears

2010-10-21T06:39:00.000-07:00

I got a new pen, it's 0.5 and a beautiful brown-red colour.

The more deft of the winged

2010-10-18T20:23:00.000-07:00

I sold a drawing recently in 'Lady Petrova', the fashion boutique of the talented and Pertrova Hammond. So, building on this success I drew these up today to bring in to her in the hopes of selling more. There is noting like having breakfast paid for by selling some art. So, I do implore you, go and visit Petrova's store in Scotts Alley, just off finders lane (right next to the city library) and look at her lovely dresses and my drawings (not yet, but soon), and buy them so I can eat breakfast once again.

Down with your bones so white

2010-10-14T05:48:00.000-07:00

'the winds' I really like how this drawing is turning out, I am using etching techniques.
this drawing now hangs on the wall of my new room with the lovely Fez. It is of a god with a fantastic jumper taking a peek at a sailing ship.

These are some sketches for the previous drawing.

Redrafting

2010-10-04T00:18:00.000-07:00

I am redrafting some drawings, focusing on improving tone and perfecting line work.

church dome sleeping walking

2010-10-03T23:52:00.000-07:00

Inner Temple

2010-09-30T21:34:00.000-07:00

I am applying for drawing and printmaking at Monash, I sent the forms off early this week, I hope I get in. Here are some drawings that I will most likely show at my folio interview, they are new.

Sketches

2010-09-20T07:32:00.000-07:00

Cropped Heads

2010-09-20T07:11:00.000-07:00

Sacred band

2010-09-20T06:49:00.000-07:00