A rough sketch for a design for the boxes at a Thai Restaurant that wasn't picked up.
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Saturday 31 August 2013
Friday 16 August 2013
The Gentleman develops
Still developing my Gentleman drawing, adding some shading to give it some more depth and definition.
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Friday 9 August 2013
Gentleman-lier
So, I've inked my picture of the Gentleman from a couple of days ago. Instead of a dip pen, like I normally use, this was with some nice pens I've got, and I'm pretty happy with it.Next up is shading, followed by colour.
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Wednesday 7 August 2013
The Gentleman
A new image I've been working on, at the pencilling stage. Like Summer and L'ermitage, this is an Art Nouveau style, but with the sci-fi Cybernouveau steampunky angle I like.
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Tuesday 6 August 2013
Meet Phillippe
A new rabbit for you.
Phillippe - He is Pierre's cousin. He came looking for him when he left France.
He has an obsession for French sticks and steals them from the Bakery across he road. He lives in a burrow at the top of the yard. He is melancholy, though he does drink coffee to cheer him up. The others know he can't live without his toothpick, which he chews on constantly. He has a lucky beret.
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Phillippe - He is Pierre's cousin. He came looking for him when he left France.
He has an obsession for French sticks and steals them from the Bakery across he road. He lives in a burrow at the top of the yard. He is melancholy, though he does drink coffee to cheer him up. The others know he can't live without his toothpick, which he chews on constantly. He has a lucky beret.
©2013 James Mathurin
Thursday 1 August 2013
Pierre the Rabbit
Here is another character from the Mr Bones post I put up a while ago.
The text, by my wife, reads,
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The text, by my wife, reads,
Pierre is a lonely, yet guarded rabbit. He carries a knife with him at all times (how he lost his eye). He is from the forest of Auvergne, though he hopped the Eurostar to London one dreary day..
He found his way to the Southwest, where he made his home an unsuspecting graveyard.
One day after making his home in 'Martha Tanwither 1894-1915', he encountered Mr Bones, the confident though slightly uppity fox.
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