(2B pencil on a 125mm x 75mm notecard) Another juxtaposed artwork that shows an everyday phrase used against a completely out of context comic book frame.
(2B pencil on a 139mm x 87mm postcard) A single comic book frame can sometimes tell a great story on its own, sometimes differing from the story in the actual comic book. An idea that I used with this frame that I drew.
(HB pencil on a 89mm x 139mm postcard) The strangest things can sometimes trigger lucidity in dreams. Forget the fact that she was naked, or that she was sat next to an invisible man and that there was a monster trying to grope her. The dragon-headed man was smoking in a no smoking area. How fucking dare he?!
(fineliner pen on a 125mm x 75mm notecard) There was a time when manga and animé were cool, but now it's everywhere and a shadow of its former self, with the stigma of hentai attached to it.
(2B pencil on a 140mm x 88mm postcard) The reliance on devices seeing the rise of mindless techzeds (tech zombies). Dead, but kept alive by those same devices they couldn't live without as a warning to others.
(HB pencil on A6 card) An image I printed on cards that I sent out in 2014 that came with a story about how you should never make promises in letters to Santa!
(HB pencil on 85mm x 50mm card) For his crimes against her, Itchigon was condemned by the goddess Fortuna to remain forever as part of this amulet, bringing nothing but good luck to those that own it.
(Black biro on a 125mm x 75mm notecard) He'll be fine as long as he keeps talking. Luckily for him, he can arse-on about that crap forever and so just keep out of reach of the bollocks monsters.
(HB pencil on a 87mm x 139mm postcard) Every leap year day, the residents of toon world go batshit crazy and indulge themselves, because it's the only day when they can really get hurt.
(fineliner pen on the back of a 55mm x 85mm business card) I accidently shredded this piece. It was a nice little drawing on the back of a business card, so it was annoying to lose it.
(black biro on 74mm x 105mm card) When there were more pubs, you'd see many a wandering drunk around the streets at chucking out time. Zombie-like beings with only a strange homing-pigeon instinct left as intelligence.
