Friday, May 29, 2009
Last bank holiday Monday we headed down to the Chelsea Physick Garden, a place I've been meaning to visit for ages. And I was not dissappointed - its a beautiful and inspiring oasis of delight on the Chelsea Embankment, well worth checking out. In fact I was so impressed I did a Victor Kiam and became a friend, giving me ( and a guest) unlimited access.
It was founded in 1673 by the Worshipful Society of Apothecaries to study the medicinal and domestic use of plants. The image here is their Arms - golden boy Apollo, God of Healing, a-stride the serpent/ dragon of Dis-ease.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
This 300-year old phial of blue crystal contains the Elixir Vitae, the secret to Eternal Youth - but there is a small crack in the bottle and only a few drops remain.....
Inspired ( a bit) by Tim Robbins' great romp "Jitterbug Perfume".
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
A forthcoming LIG
( London Illustrators' Gathering)
Tuesday 19 th May 09
7 pm onwards
The Crown Tavern
43 Clerkenwell Green
London, EC1R 0EG
from hardened prefessional to freshfaced newbie.
See you there!
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Monday, May 11, 2009
Another woodwose ( medieval Wildman of the Woods).
I prefer this one to the previous attempt, he's odder and more interesting somehow.
Drew the image using a very old and scratchy fibre-tipped pen and I love the quality that that lends the linework. I also prefer the limited palette methinks.
Reminds me that I would so love to design and create a deck of Tarot cards. I'm not a big believer in these things ( in fact, I'm not even a small believer in these things!) - however, I adore the designs and symbolism, particularly of the older woodcut packs.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
This fellow is Jabez Rudge Esq., importer of stem ginger and oolong tea, an entrepreneur of great wealth.
At this very moment, he is standing on the hills above Deal, looking out to sea where his clipper, the Henrietta, has run a-ground upon the treacherous Goodwin Sands.
Scratchy old Edding 1800 profipen 0.5 and brush & ink, cobbled together in PS.
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Welcome to May.
I've been away in Burgundy for a wedding, so here's a belated Beltane image.
Poor May Day is the sorry sister of Halloween ( together the twin portals in and out of the celtic half-years), robbed of her pagan savagry and shoe-horned into a lacklustre civic concession on the first Monday of the month. The night before was once known as Walpurgisnacht ( St. Walpurgis' Night), a transition from Winter into Summer, when spectures and daemons could slip through from the Other World into ours. In the village we stayed in, kids (or goblins) in the night removed anything not tied down and arranged them artfully in the town square, including the municipal toilet door, flower pots and window-shutters!
The 'fire' in the image is a messed-about photo of the plaster revealed on our walls when we started peeling off the nasty wallpaper we inherited.