Sunday 16 August 2009

Thank You!

I have been hugely busy over the past week; that notwithstanding, I have also had a bout of flu that has slowed me even further. As such, I have been somewhat distant, but I’m feeling better and now have some time, so should be able to start posting regularly again.
I read every comment that is posted, and I enjoy reading them knowing that you took the time and effort to post them. Whilst I do not necessarily respond to every comment individually, I do where possible, try to make the time to write even a small reply. Having read your comments I want to offer a thank you. A thank you to everyone who has popped by and read what I have written. Thanks to everyone who has 'followed', and to those who regularly visit and take a moment to consider what I have done. Thank you for your thought and for your contribution. The time you give, no matter how small, is appreciated.

The Great One

Eddie Izzard has described himself as crazy. For the most part, I can understand how he would arrive at such a conclusion. He is known for his surreal comedy and acting roles, he is not known for feats of endurance that would make mere mortals cry. He has embarked on the challenge of running over 1000 miles in seven weeks. His efforts will reward Sport Relief, a UK branch of comic relief which raises money to help vulnerable people living in the UK and across the world. I put this pic together as homage to the great one.
Read his tweets:
http://twitter.com/EddieIzzard

Tuesday 4 August 2009

Sith

I drew this vector simply because I loved the character. The original vector was drawn from scratch and over 3000 pixels wide. In retrospect, I didn't spend long enough on some of the detail and it was a tad too chunky.

White Noise

This was a speed picture, produced at rapid pace within the quickest possible time whilst encapsulating as much detail as possible. I try to challenge myself by producing images in set time frames and seeing what I can achieve. The premise of this picture was silence. To a certain degree, I have always found the notion of silence, loneliness and isolation intriguing. The infertility of loneliness when coupled with silence houses the potential to be as potent as any noise. Though it has been noted that silence can preserve a man’s integrity and can prove itself to be indeed golden, it also encapsulates a side that can be seen as baleful, strident and carry more weight than any cry. I have no idea what it would be like to be lonely, isolated and in the presence of silence for such a sustained period that its very presence screamed at me. If I could summon silence as an individual, if I could take loneliness and present it as an image, I wondered what it would resemble, and this is what manifested.