At first it tickled.
An ember in the ribs,
boiling on her behalf.
sharp against the air,
taught me to dance.
Erratic, warm and unfair
She pulled me to bits
on the event horizon of every kiss
We made goosebumps
and stammered into knots.
Together we were bashful,
hurried and kind.
But given time
that ember tickled less.
It smashed our finest china
and drew constellations in the mess.
So gallantly I hung the past on her shoulders.
and bet my future
on the aim of a blind magic.
Every two years the British Animation Awards asks a selection of previous winners to create a sheep themed prize (Because; B.A.A.). Usually it’s a picture, but I’ve been waiting for an excuse to make a board game and so The Black Lamb was born. It’s a mix of Poker and Snakes and Ladders.
My Kestrel is complete!
He was forged with an iPad app called Paper, which I love because it taunts me with a small but splendidly formed range of brushes. Drawing for me is part puzzle solving, so it’s inspiring to be given a specific set of tools to try and outwit.
I copied from this photo. You can see I’ve used some artistic license/got the proportions wrong.
For the Paper literate; I made this by layering increasingly light pencil strokes on top of a wash, then improvising haphazardly when that didn’t work.
It was made on an iPad Mini with my stubby working-class fingers.
This is atypical of my work and will probably remain so. It’s great to know that my realism neurons still fire, but I don’t know if I’m comfortable producing the kind of work that Alan Titchmarsh might put on his wall.
My first ever Twitter quarrel.
This guy is Maximon: A chain smoking alcoholic Catholic-Mayan demi god. His statue moves from house to house in one Mayan village once a year. Visiters bring gifts of money, tobacco or rum. I gave him about £20.
He is also Jesus’ sidekick by the way. This is all true.
Anna in my skull makeup, 2011
My redesign of the London Olympic mascot. His name’s Putney. 2012