Hello, my name is Ed,
and I'm a doodle addict. London

Hi, I'm Ed. I have spent my life drawing all the strange characters, people and creatures I come across. I have a great love for urban environments and so local London neighbourhoods, pubs, bars, cafes and the individuals that feed and drink within those spaces often feature in my artwork. Wildlife is also a great inspiration and I try to display the character and personality of creatures. For several years now I have been using acrylic paint but I have always enjoyed creating black and white drawings with ink and negative space. I will be exhibiting artwork through 2019 and details will be given through social media. Original artwork and limited prints available here and much more on Instagram. I hope you enjoy my creative world and follow along.

I specialize in acrylic, character design, childrens illustration, doodling, drawing, illustration, mixed media, painting, pen and ink, sketch, sketching.

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Winter strikes Stoke Newington and the scarves come out along Church Street. Pops of colour and man's best friend help get us through the most trying of seasons

Hustle and bustle outside one of Stoke Newington's finest cafes

An article/rant/annotation to an illustration. A #Hackney bar and its flies. This picture is not as sad and blue as it might at first seem, I promise. It is early in the week and the pub becomes the territory of the most outspoken drinkers. Raised somewhere between Churchill and Harold MacMillan, a night such as this is time for them to spin out a yarn of nostalgic fantasy. Encouraged by the lack of a crowd and with space to fill, statements start to fly. In the opening rounds the barman athletically hits back with factual blocks and reality-check haymakers; statistics and personal experiences are given. Two histories cross examined, one where 1982 means Thatcher and the Falklands, the other renders Reagan and the AIDS crisis. Stoicism and national pride vs mental health and realism. In the latter rounds the barman is fatigued, swaying on the backbar, glasses begin to stack up as form begins to drop. The older men seem stronger than ever. The barflies come in close now, they scrutinise his generations work ethic and make wild political comments on poverty, immigrants and the minimum wage. The barman is close to sheer bloody despair, he maintains his defence and focuses on breathing while maintaining his professional stance. But at the end of the night the barman knows HE will ring that bell, they will politely leave and they will return again in a week and maybe, just maybe there will be a change, common ground or maybe at least polite silence. But what these interactions have given despite the salt in the eye is community and an exchange between generations, culture and class of those participating. No home is ever straight forward, no relative without their good and bad traits and in a world where we often slide into echo chambers online or in our physical environments, the pub is still a place where society is family, face to face, pint to pint. Or maybe it's just a room with alcohol on tap?

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