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Having spent some of the dark hours of my life (which is all of them, when you work nights) browsing entirely too many blogs exploring the confluence between urban exploration, the 80s conception of a cyberpunk future, and sportswear, I’ve come up with this:
And aside from that, I’m still wrestling with a book plot, and some truly obnoxious weather conditions…
This weekend just past being the birthday of a chum and all-round good egg and well-travelled shark enthusiast, I have whipped up A SHARK for them.
Not a real shark because I lack the capacity for actually constructing animals from the ether, but here’s a vector drawing of a black-tipped reef shark.
(If you don’t need to own a shark but have an urge to give me money)
Emma Weakley, my lovely artist collaborator on Bad Boys And Where To Find Them, has miraculously deigned to work with me on something again despite me being an awful pain in the ass who writes very bad scripts.
This is a work I wrote a while back under the influence of a quote by E M Forster.
“A happy ending was imperative. I shouldn’t have bothered to write otherwise. I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows, and in this sense Maurice and Alec still roam in the greenwood.”
(E.M. Forster, Terminal note of Maurice – p. 236)
Effectively Morgan says, you must be your own fairytale when there is no fairytale available. Be the self-discovery romance fiction you want to see in the world. And so on.
Here then is Luke.
This would have been even quicker if my Wacom and Photoshop hadn’t developed lag issues that refuse to resolve ever since Windows 10 insisted on being updated! Thanks, Windows, I really appreciate your dedication to Not Working.
Based on a staged photo of a “fight” taken in 1961 in the Horse Guards barracks…
The pink is available here and here, and the grey (with a transparent back) is available here, on a variety of products. I’m eating Finnish soft liquorice (thanks to a Helsinki-based friend who came to experience just how bad British public-use ice skates are first-hand! To the tune of David Bowie night at my local rink), and reading an absolutely insufferable book. I hope everyone else’s tedious, dreary Dry/Vegan Januaries are beginning to brighten.
In addition to the following I have also been recording a somewhat lo-fi radio show, but I’ve hidden that elsewhere on the internet.
This handsome devil is usually located in Room 1, or as I like to think of it “the preview room”, at the British Museum. The newsprint shading effect probably caused more problems than any other single part of this picture put together.
Hello, I’ve written another book which is now sitting in the dusty drawer marked “I don’t want to edit anything oh God” for a little while now as I enjoy my general Christmassing and New Yearishness trying to speed-read some very large books which I foolishly got out of the library without realising that I am not blessed with quite the amount of free time I had at 16.
I did however find the time to finish a long-term project that’s been chugging away forever:
And this kind of reasonably speedy colour job of a friend:
I hope everyone else had similarly pleasant seasonal periods, whether they were celebrating or not.
The last few touches are being gently hammered out with a brick on publication of Heavy, but in the meantime, here is a lovely digital artwork of the Eastern end of the Thames in London, which took me absolute months and made Photoshop shit itself more times than I care to swear about.
If you’d like to see it at a larger size (and I advise that), go here and also look at the stuff you can buy it on, because I have to go and pay someone to drill more holes in my wretched teeth and my bank account is crying.
Hey remember my gnomic post?
Here’s another one:
Soon I’ll be making a post which contains links where you can buy this book. Soon there will be better information on what this book contains. Until then, brace yourself, and consider the question:
What if not only was everything you knew about yourself wrong, but everything everyone else knew about you was wrong too?
A chance collaboration between myself and one of my favourite artists, the winner of multiple Sir Julius Vogel Awards, Emma Weakley, which I shall try to introduce as briefly as possible: