Sunday, 31 January 2010

Tea Time


 
  
  
  
 
This menu was one of my project final pieces.  I used the research I did on cakes ect and put it all together to make this. It was a concertina book.  My favourite pages are the third and fourth.  What do you think?  Looking at it makes me hungry though, I could do with a frog king cupcake right now.

Saturday, 30 January 2010

Lipstick Monster

 This is Marselina the Make-up Monster.  She's very small, lives inside a lipstick tube, leaves pink footprints wherever she goes...

Thursday, 28 January 2010

A spot of fairy dust

Tomorrow is the hand in date for our Dissertation.  I did mine on Tinker Bell.  It was interesting to explore how her personality and image has been influenced by things such as feminism over the ages.
 
I think Disney definitely did it best in the original Peter Pan film.  Not really a fan of the new CGI Tink, or of the one played by Julia Roberts in 'Hook.'
I reckon the best live action Tink is the one from the 2003 version of 'Peter Pan.'
Still... none of them beat the Disney version:
What do you think? Are you a fan? I Can not wait to get this essay handed in!

Friday, 22 January 2010

Glitter

She had a commitment to magic, Tim thought, as he watched Gemma brush her hair; a commitment to glitter and sparkle, to pretty clothes, and looking pretty, and to the manufacture of pretty pictures. In his own way, he too was committed to fantasy and fabrication. They had little else in common, but that suited them. “We’re not going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, you know,” she had said several weeks before. “I know,” he replied. “I haven’t got time for a boyfriend; it just complicates things.” Instead they had sex, animal and meaningless, regularly, at weekends usually.

It was Saturday morning. Her hair had recently been the colour of candy floss, and before that, shocking pink, but had since faded to the bleached milky hue of evening clouds. Several strands of it clung to the brush. She turned.


“Are you still here?”


It was a joke.


She plucked a tangle of hair from the brush’s plastic spines and nonchalantly let it fall from outstretched fingers into the bin. The previous night’s nail-varnish, chipped in places, still clung to her nails. She was beautiful; he was her audience.“What shall you do today?” he asked.


Her reflection began to apply eye-liner, its eye very wide open, lashes fluttering slightly.


“I suppose I’ll meet friends in town, or I’ll do some drawing.”


The mirror was set into a dressing table that must be old, but he did not know whether it had come with the room or she had brought it from home.


“How about you?”


She put the eye-pencil down on the untreated pine, where it rolled against a pot of lime-green nail-varnish. She picked up a tube of mascara. The dressing table was integral to her, symbolic of her. It often appeared in her candy-gothic illustrations like a signature. In the drawings it was less cluttered.


“Write, or play videogames.”


He shrugged. Beneath his bare elbow the sheets were still warm, but he could not tell whether from only from his own body-heat, or from hers as well. They smelled of her, and when he moved, the scent was disturbed. Above the bed’s head was draped a line of unlit fairy-lights.


She looked at him, smiled. When he left they did not kiss goodbye. They only kissed when they fucked.


(To read the rest of this short story please go here)


Story by H. Benjamin Petrie (www.hbenjaminpetrie.com
Illustrations by Yours Truly

Sunday, 17 January 2010

living inside a cake

There was once an old woman who lived in a shoe,
she had so many children she didn't know what to do,
so she packed up her clothes and her bath and her bed,
and went to live in a cake-house instead.
I've always wanted to do a cut-through drawing of a house. I made the stars and chandeliers all sparkly but you can't tell from this scan.

Wednesday, 13 January 2010

Black Cat Kitty Kat

I've been sorting out all my work because we have assessment on Monday and I found these cats that I drew way back in summer.

I like drawing cats a lot. These remind me of a book I used to read when I was little called 'It's Raining Cats and Dogs,' about well cats and dog falling from the sky. But they were all spotty and stripy and patterned and multicoloured. How cool would it be if animals really looked like this! I want a smarties cat!

Tuesday, 5 January 2010

Naked

'It's not true I had nothing on, I had the radio on.' - Marylin Monroe


I'm not sure about the lack of black line in this. Always a dilemma!

Sorry it's been such a hideously long time.