Ukulele Baby
Woman with ukulele. Drawn individually onto 18 blank postcards.
Category: Artwork
Red London Bus 2012 Random Postcard Project
Made for the Random Postcard Project. For the project, one emailed a number from 1–100 to a special address, and received back a word. This word was to be illustrated on a postcard for display.
My work was featured alongside that of many other unknown and known artists/illustrators.
I was super proud to have my work featured in several media outlets including Design Week and Time Out next to the Herculean talent of Ralph Steadman.
http://www.random-project.co.uk
Dorothy’s Red Shoes – Random Postcard Project
This was one of my first postcards – for the Random postcard project. For the project, one emailed a number from 1–100 to a special address, and received back a word. This word was to be illustrated on a postcard for display.
My work was featured alongside that of many other unknown and known artists/illustrators.
I was super proud to have my work featured in several media outlets including Design Week and Time Out next to the Herculean talent of Ralph Steadman. I felt like a complete charlatan in such esteemed company, but there we are. On a digression, I later met him at a talk at the V&A. I gave him a drawing on a postcard that I’d made during the talk (sadly no picture of it), and he wrote out one of his poems on a set of postcards in his wonderful spidery handwriting for me. It’s not true that you should never meet your heroes.
http://www.random-project.co.uk
Ryde Esplanade, Isle of Wight 2011
Between rain showers, outside the Chocolate Apothecary, Ryde Isle of Wight. Ice cream signs still optimistically displayed!
Another postcard drawing from the session here.
Rainy day in Ryde, Isle of Wight 2011
On a rainy day, sat in the window of Chocolate Apothecary, Ryde Esplanade, Isle of Wight 2011.
Another postcard drawn on the same day here.
Mother and daughters chatting and preparing food
Making agar plum jelly, Fukuoka, Japan
Two girls in an Irish bar, Fukuoka 2011
Sat in an Irish bar in Fukuoka with a friend on a balmy night. It’s got all the requisite dark wood and whiskies. There is room for a total of seven people, including the barman. Everyone was talking. I could only just get the basic drift of the Japanese conversation. I was drinking and scribbling away.
I gave this picture to the girl in the corner. She was delighted with it and pointed it on the wall in the bar. She then left with her friend and I spoke to her outside and she gave me her card. When I went back in the bar, the remaining occupants exploded with laughter, except the barman. I learned the girl was his girlfriend. Whoops.
He was extraordinarily gentlemanly about it all and I think we were OK after that. The picture was still pinned to the wall next time we visited.
A Morse
Just sayin’