the ongoing jaw injury has its upsides: got me these sweet molds made of my teeth. I was dead excited til I realised I have absolutely no idea what to do with them.
It's our graduation ceremony on Monday. Tickets £15 a pop, and up to £60 for gown rental. Who are they kidding? We did it for ourselves. A graduation ceremony fitting for the times we live in: the worst year to graduate in the history of the world. 90 graduate applicants per job. 70,000 graduates on the dole. And every day their numbers swell! No point crying about it, eh? Time for mojitos and graduation wear lovingly hand-crafted from recession-appropriate materials. Here's just a small selection of faces you may soon be seeing down the job centre.
I tend to work on bits of paper, not in a book, and then I always end up losing or damaging them. So this is my latest attempt to keep drawings safe & together.
The red on the blue makes my eyes go funny. I quite like that.
An area of London I really do not know well. I think this is 90% inaccurate. In no way to scale. And I have no clue which way is north.
This is for my friend Lillian's project, collecting hand drawn memory maps of the area. You should send her one.You don't have to be an artist or to know the area particularly well (as evidenced above). Details here.