To mark the auspicious rebranding of TIND,a couple of WIP piccies.
I thought it best to change the banner as I kept thinking my ‘self portrait’ looked disturbingly like Jan Meyer from the killing…
Anyhoo, I’ve been (again) finding my style recently and am trying something a bit different with regards books in progress. No colour! Yeah, that’ll win ’em over eh?
I draw like this a lot when it’s not ‘serious’ and I nearly always prefer my non-proper stuff to finished pieces. So, why not have the confidence to draw like I really draw? Plus, I’m a bit ribbish at colouring, always have been. Two birds etc.
Here therefore is one from ‘Thomas and Tiger’ and one from ‘There’s a Bear in my Garden’. Both shortly to be sent out for scrutiny/rejection/dream shattering…
Not the most exciting of lyric titles but (a) it’s a Sugar song – so cool (b) as I’m breaking all my (well, one) other TIND rules I’ll forgo the Hip lyrics for one day and (c) it’s Bob Mould – so cool.
Just a small example of why I never finish stuff. Tiger pic, yes happy, fine, looking nice. Move on move on!
No, didn’t like the little Tiger’s face – not in an argument in a pub kind of a way. Just hadn’t drawn it right.
Mark 2 attached as an insight into the drawn out creative angst I deal with EVERY FRICKIN’ DAY! I am a saint.
By all means treat this as an informal voting thing – version ‘A’ (henceforth know as s**t-face) or version ‘B’? You decide, I will (inevitably) ignore…
Anyway, failed the one-a-week stipulation again, by a long way. I only had one darn rule and I keeps a breakin’ it.
So, in the interim, much to irritate, excite and amuse. Probably meaning that – in the way if you don’t see someone for long enough you can’t think of anything you’ve done in the interim – I’ll completely forgo some incredibly entertaining writing in favour of this sort of aimless waffle.
Minor non-work work update. There are new stories written and being written and they’re actually quite good so round – what, three? – (okay) three of my battle for recognition will sooon begin. I have pics of these things in progress too but just not the time to finish anything off. So in the meantime these tales may be submitted to the world in word only, pics to follow if anyone likes them enough to pay me for it…
What I do have is one just finished test piece for one of them, setting up colours etc. Don’t worry, it does have a happy ending but you’ll all have to wait and see how…
Anyway, inevitable rant about Olympics sure to follow soon, so until then – nanoo nanoo.
Anyway, was just reading the Grauniad and came across a sort of grumble with regards EUROVISION! Basically along the lines of, ‘we should stop doing it cos we was robbed cos of all those pesky foreign political votin’ type shenanigans’.
Whilst I accept that there is a sturdy political element to some of the voting, may I posit the theory that we mainly didn’t get many points because the song itself was indisputably awful?
Not hah hah awful in a post-modern, ‘ain’t those foreigners dumb’ British type of jingoistic way. Just bad. Dull and badly sung (by a man clearly too old to hit the requisite notes any longer). I can only assume we deliberately set out to not win as we are collectively broke and wasting masses of cash already on the Oh!Lympics (which is another rant for another time).
I propose that next year we petition the mighty Derek from Milkshake (if you don’t have kids, you may not get this) to sing his awesome counting song – can’t linky to it as I’m at work and it’s (bizarrely) restricted. But – and here’s the killer – adapt it so that the verse repeats (basically counting to ten each time, it’s not sophisticated) IN DIFFERENT LANGUAGES.
(of course, he may wish to represent Ireland, but we can only hope).
ps. I liked France best, they didn’t do well. But Mrs Grizzly liked Norway. Oh dear…
The new England manager, Roy Hodgson, has insisted that he is aiming to win Euro 2012 after his appointment as Fabio Capello’s permanent successor was confirmed.
Sorry, just read that, couldn’t resist sharing… Brilliant stuff.
I’ve been waiting for the statute of limitations on ‘this was a sort of present’ to pass before putting this up. It essentially represents the sum total of my proper work in the last few weeks. Crumbs, straws, clutching…
Anyway, for Mr Toph – it’s Mr Dulli. I am saying no more. It is Dulli, he is rokken, (yes, like Dokken).
Bayby, bayby, baybeee
Being a bit lazy, yes. This is not any work of mine at all.
But it did amuse me in a suitably geeky way, and may assist some of you with the world of the landscape architect…
Quick post as I feel a sense of nagging neglect as far as TIND goes…
At some point in the next five years or so I’ll pick things up again properly but it’s been somewhat busy and hence tricky to do the ol’ drawing with anything like the same devotion shown thus far (ahem).
Not only am I busy redesigning Derby (and as a Forest fan, man does it need it. Mind you, if there’s anything that needs redesigning at the moment it is Forest themselves, but that’s another post, and arguably another blog entirely…) but there has also been a new addition to family Grizzly. Welcome F, my (rather large) wee man.
This was going to be a proper ‘tribute’ to the wee fella but E has already viciously critiqued it (no, it doesn’t look like him E, sorry…) so I will upload as is – basically in the spirit of ticking over…