So these here are some actual bunny drawings I did. Without doubt last one is my favourite... again, ink on paper, was just expermenting with different ways of colouring on Photoshop. Because why not? :)
Sunday, 24 February 2013
Bunnyrific 2
So these here are some actual bunny drawings I did. Without doubt last one is my favourite... again, ink on paper, was just expermenting with different ways of colouring on Photoshop. Because why not? :)
Saturday, 16 February 2013
Post Valentiny
(PSSSSST.... It's also a PRINT!)
I hope your Valentines day was as nice as theirs... I had some bonding time with my tablet! :)
Sunday, 3 February 2013
with a backpack
Monday, 2 July 2012
refresh
Malin is not so refreshed... Eelcat certainly is!
And on a side note, I am not refreshed at all either. I had the pleasure of waking up at the middle-of-the-night o'clock, courtesy of a little mousie. I think I could really benefit from an eelcat's company! (Or any other cat for that matter).
Monday, 28 May 2012
The birch that really exists
So the tree thing you can follow on tumblr here: http://growaforest.tumblr.com/. I hit 70 today ;)
Wednesday, 25 April 2012
Friday, 27 January 2012
Twirl
Friday, 20 January 2012
Prepare, Tuffberry!
Also IF.
I just realized that due to my colour choice i might look quite dramatic... But no, she is not painting it with anyone's BLOOD. :P
Sunday, 23 October 2011
Fuel

This is for Illustration Friday!
I thought it was quite hard to tackle this theme without producing something really obvious (at least for me), so I decided to go with something that is a bit obvious for me anyway. OH WELL.
Thursday, 20 October 2011
scattered
This is the view from my window.Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Mr Pofkins
Saturday, 24 September 2011
Halloween and life of a drawing uncovered.





Wednesday, 21 September 2011
10 things

Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Tuffberry

Just a quick doodle to not forget how to draw. This is a wee character that I created when I was 15. Or 18. It was so long ago I can't remember anymore.
Friday, 3 June 2011
Asleep

The ones I do seem to always feature a black feline... hmmm. That includes last week's one which I have never actually coloured, but I think I will put it up here anyway as it's cute.
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
Edinburgh Reef & a wee update

After way too long I am actually posting it here: the Edinburgh Reef site which is part of my degree show is live. And actually has been live since 13th of May! You can admire there some illustrations, the story of Rufus and Henry Pearce and other miscellaneous things!
Apart from that there have been some gentle visual amendments to my portfolio and the actual contents of it have changed. Next step: Eelcat update!
Friday, 20 May 2011
Back to Blogging!
For illustration friday theme safari! It's probaly not the most safaisque picture, but but but... I wanted to get away from shooting lions, which was my first tought :P
Thursday, 3 March 2011
swarm
untitled collaboration
You think about them while sitting in the sun. The tip of your cigarette throbs orange between the grey of the growing ash as you inhale, sitting at a café, sipping your latte. The noises around you are muted, quiet trams and foot traffic. A bell mounted on a bike handle chimes, cautioning. Wind pushes itself through the streets. The morning light reflects off the canal in front of you. It darts across the rippled water among swimming mallards and sinking leisure boats, shining up to the buildings pulled forward by the weight of their many windows. The water sparkles as if covered with coins.
They are tall navy coloured houses with decorative white trim, lining the canals, leaning into one another like narrow books stacked loosley on shelves. You wonder how to describe them; their endearing unevenness, their lines attempting the elusive right angles. How can you illustrate their pultritude? As European as empty wine bottles, as crisp as tailored suits, as romantic as tulips in basketed bikes...Bricked rivers flow under, beside, in front. An arced bridge is a conversation between them. You sip your latte. They are exquisitly handsome yet oddly familiar, their grace stands unaffected. They remind you of prostitutes tied upright to benches to sleep, but that reference does not do them justice; their beautiful dysfunction is too charming. Next you try to imagine them as windmills tipped into one another, but then ask yourself what would happen to the overlapping blades; Victorian dollies on display; fat crows on telephone wires; crooked teeth in fat women’s mouths; illustrations in a graphic novel about the life of Vermeer. You decide that none of these work, you need to be more economical in your phrasing. ‘They lean’, you say to yourself.















