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Aaaaaaaaaand, September is here. Let's make this autumn a creative one...

” Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul to waste ” I have had an idea for a long time to illustrate Sympathy for the Devil from Rolling Stones. This start from free sketching of cloud looking lines and soon i realise they look like atom bomb cloud. Original idea was more landscape version but maybe later.

Time and space adventurings.

I can't run right now so I can doodle over lunch.

Another fantasy landscape straight from imagination

Something about mermaids today! Got to love those fishy tailed sorts. :)

Rainy day assemblages.

Another episode of narwhal fever.

Definitely in need of an escape, methinks.

Doodle cats featuring Cat Airbus.

Island mentality.

Onwards to closure.

Kicking art blocks where it hurts, one step at a time.

Graphite in sketchbook

Something simpler (on the surface at least).

T E X T U R E

For things that go bump in the night (and day).

Rainy day creative goings-on.

Breaking into July the way I know best.

New art supplies = the best excuse to get creative! Also, narwhals.

For all manner of mad monks.

I had some family at my house this week and my niece kept wanting to play my ukulele, only she called it "kookulele". It made me laugh every time and in the morning before they got up I sketched this real quick to remind me of it.

No idea what squid radio images look like, but here's something close.

Lockdown makes some of us forget what good times were like before the coronavirus reared it's nasty little head, so in response we dig down into our brains for times that really mattered.

Much ado about the bullshit of relationships.

The name for this piece comes from a billboard I noticed as I was heading home from a shopping trip not too long ago, and it’s stuck with me ever since. Life in lockdown (needless to say) brings with it plenty of time for us all to learn and get creative in whatever way works best..

Would old Victor be proud? Who knows...