traditional art

Narwhals swimming in mandala flavoured pools. Same methods, new frontiers I'm guessing?

Another alien oddball (as per usual)!

Reflecting on the current pandemic, only to realise things this time last year gave plenty of us something to gripe about too... How times seemed simpler then.

Keeping things together and setting records straight.

Narwhals, washi tape, patterns galore...or as I like to call it, a standard Friday night.

Time and space adventurings.

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

Rainy day assemblages.

For all manner of mad monks.

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...

The product of a collaboration with a very good friend of mine's; I did my usual squid thing and he supplied the Mr Oizo homage-themed collage bits! Check out his work here: https://flynnsego.bandcamp.com/

Happy June one and all.

Something different in the form of Pac-Man's long lost brother...

Channelling Joan Miro (as usual)...

Just keep embracing your inner madness folks!

Essential quarantine creative goings-on.

As it says!

This just happened, and that's all I can say really.

This time last year I was in the midst of starting off my (then) new sketchbook... And what do I find myself doing tonight? Sticking to the same script with yet another one, that’s what!

Tuesday night (or is Wednesday morning?) is alright for improvising, that much is true.

In the immortal words of Jim Carrey...ssssssssssmokin'!

When your local art store drops by your house to drop off new supplies, that's the perfect excuse to crack on with new projects!

A tribute to suitcase synthesisers.

More octopode-y adventures.

The word “backwards” in reverse would sound, I’m fairly certain, like something along the lines of ‘straw cab’ I’m presuming? Anyway, that was what randomly prompted me today to get cracking on with some art, heheheh.

At the end of all this self-isolation, I have no doubt folks will be as hungry as that Dalmatian pupper I named this piece after. Hungry for some actual social interaction in our cases, that is...