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Friend & artistic collaborator Emma Weakley, who did most of the work on Bad Boys and Where to Find Them and Luke, is currently taking commissions.

Contact information above.

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[ART] The Birthday Shark

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.

And here it is on Redbubble just in case anyone has a pressing need to own a shark.

(If you don’t need to own a shark but have an urge to give me money)

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[COMICS] LUKE

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.

If you have enjoyed Emma’s art, she has a comic out, That Kind Of Planet. If you’ve enjoyed my writing here, why not buy me a coffee?

[ART] Barracks Brawl

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.

[ART] Encounter at the Museum

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.

It is available on various items on Redbubble and on PAOM.

Merry Belated and Boxing Day

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:

Old Compton Street

And this kind of reasonably speedy colour job of a friend:

Lucian (Portrait of an Artist)

I hope everyone else had similarly pleasant seasonal periods, whether they were celebrating or not.

London Riverside

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.