Drawing

Estella and Miss Havisham. Pencil on paper.

Season's Greetings

Illustration for M R James' The Mezzotint.

"The moon was behind it, and the black drapery hung down over its face so that only hints of that could be seen, and what was visible made the spectators profoundly thankful that they could see no more than a white dome-like forehead and a few straggling hairs. The head was bent down, and the arms were tightly clasped over an object which could be dimly seen and identified as a child, whether dead or living it was not possible to say. The legs of the appearance alone could be plainly discerned, and they were horribly thin."

The Road to Stardom... etc

The gents to go with yesterday's ladies - two more greats from the golden age of stage and cinema. Between them, over eighty years of duffel coated destroyer captains and eccentric Scottish crofters/composers/station masters.

The Road To Stardom Leads to Peebles

Two of four small pieces I've done for a modest display to go up at the Eastgate Theatre, Peebles, at the end of this week, alongside work by my wife, jeweller Laura Johnson.

Watch Out For The Eggs

When the Machines Came, No. 3. Third in an indefinite series of... things. It started out on the sinister Praying Mantis template but eventually incorporated an unexpected amount of Giant Chicken.

Hmmm.

Toshiro Mifune, musing, yojimbo-style.

 

The Scottish Moustache

Cover for an imaginary comic book adaptation. Or maybe an opera, I don't know.