My 2nd week at art college was spent out in the field. A couple of days on the beach at Seaford and a couple more at Cuckmere.
What do bored artists do? Draw themselves, that's what...
Went to Middle Farm's apple festival with Melody and Pippa. Got to sample all sorts of delicacies such as ostrich steak.
In the absence of other entertainment beermats would provide the entertainment. Split them down the middle and draw on them. Draw what you see, draw without inhibition, a pint in one hand and a pen in the other.
This drawing on a beermat shows what can happen if you let doodling get carried away with itself. (Started off by drawing a few locks of hair).
A day of print-making at college, lino-cuts and that sort of thing. My design looked a bit like this.
My little Citroen Visa did the equivalent of travelling several times round the world.
Pizza with Joey
"Little did we know then that our massive unfinished pizza would be turned into a theme park".
30/7/98 - Disclaimer: Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely intentional
Finger looking good
Tuesday 8th start of a 3 night stint. First night is hot. Circa 200 people and full monty strippers!
The £20 note, a mish-mash of anti-copy features - not a pretty thing - my career in forgery ends here. Thought i'd draw one - might not see any for a while.
Yes, another jam night at the Pevensey Bay Hotel. Slightly bored, hence the drawing of the wall.
The sky outside, like my life, is dull, dull grey. For heaven's sake even Pritt sticks have more fun than me. Since starting college I have drifted into a life of mediocrity.
Sunday 8th November 1998
Occasionally I let other people contribute to my sketchbook. Tango logo, my doing.
The first drawing in my sketchbook. Inspired by my trip into London to have a wander round the National and National Portrait galleries.
8th July 1998
"Only smarties have the answer"
Had to draw them quickly so that I could eat them sooner.
Managed to flood my parents' kitchen
Mr and Mrs Plastic
Got matching inflatable man and woman from a disco at the Lansdowne Hotel.
The local from my all-time-ever favourite T-Shirt.
Edward Teapot Hands. The film they never made.
You've Got Mail
A film about getting post apparently...
Had a spate of using the bus... copied this from the back of one of the tickets.
Gonk if your think I'm sexy. Insert pencil in bottom...
Family butcher can have a more sinister connotation. In this case the friendly Mr Porky is the public face of pork scratchings.
I've got the horn. But it's not rude, honest!
Year 2K, what a non-event that turned out to be. Went to London on New Years' Eve to watch the madness right in the thick of it.
Take a bow, just because a curtsey is a little too 20th century.
What a way to go.