Monday, 31 October 2011


I was watching the BBC's Human Planet, because it's such a fascinating and inspiring show, and saw these people in India who make bridges out of the roots of living trees.

This is in no way a fair representation of what those beautiful things look like (I'm not happy at all with it, actually), but it was a watercolour sketch I thought was worth posting.

Wednesday, 26 October 2011

NaNoWriMo 2011 - mood/concept sketches

This year for NaNoWriMo, I'm rewriting my plot from 2009, thus making 2011 the year of It's Raining In Chicago Redux.

To get in the mood and plan a bit (and to avoid panicking and deciding on the spot to write silly Final Fantasy IX-fanfiction instead), I'm doing a couple of sketches.

Monday, 17 October 2011


I've recently read Abarat, and it's two sequels Days of Magic, Nights of War and Absolute Midnight, and got into the fanart-y mood.

First up, the girl from Marapozsa Street, "A woman was studying at an upper window with her hair like a thicket filled with little coloured birds."

Christopher Carrion, Lord of Midnight, whose nightmares escape from his brain and swim around his collar.

Leeman Vol, the Insect Man, whose entire person is home to a multitude of insects. "Sometimes they bit him, in the midst of their terrritorial wars, and often they burrowed into his skin to lay their eggs."

Malingo the Geshrat

Also, two sketched - I need to practise my inking skills; they've fallen into disuse lately.

Tuesday, 4 October 2011

Daily sketchbook dump Sept. 23 - 26

Lagging a bit behind on the daily sketches, what with Fathoms and 24 Hour Comic Day.

Speaking of 24 Hour Comics, most of today's post is focused on it. Mostly concept-sketches of the main character, and a bit of planning of title typography, though I'm not sure I'm keeping that idea, or running with another one.

And then there's some assorted sketches of golems and Moonfaces and a grouchy-looking man with a huge fuck-off sword. 'Cause sometimes, you just need to draw grouchy men with huge fuck-off swords.

I don't know why, but the thought of Auga playing cat's cradle amuses me. He'd be so dead serious about it.