I recently received my complimentary copies of Late for the Party from Ransom Books. It’s a lovely little story by Alice Hemming about a little boy who is, you guessed it, late for the party.
It’s part of Ransom’s new Reading Stars series for reluctant readers. Ransom’s Creative Director, Steven Rickard asked me to illustrate it because he thought I could capture the “existential angst” of the situation. Of course!
This and the rest of the Reading Stars range are available via the ransom website www.ransom.co.uk
Showing posts with label illustrator. Show all posts
Showing posts with label illustrator. Show all posts
Thursday, 28 May 2015
Tuesday, 21 October 2014
What happened to my hair?!
I was messing about with Illustrator recently and started working on a piece that became a sort of self portrait (at least it looked more like me than intended...).
I also recently found a self portrait in one of my old sketchbooks from art school, which begged the question (in my mind at least) what the hell happened to all the hair?!
I also recently found a self portrait in one of my old sketchbooks from art school, which begged the question (in my mind at least) what the hell happened to all the hair?!
Wednesday, 12 March 2014
Hero for our time
What if superheroes were as useless as the rest of us? To read just right-click on the image and select open in a new tab.
Tuesday, 11 March 2014
Saturday, 15 December 2012
That time of year again...
Wishing everyone a merry christmas and a happy new year!
A grumpy kid who didn't get a visit from santa this year...
Forget Buzz Lightyear - next christmas' must have toy - Green Guff Guy...
A grumpy kid who didn't get a visit from santa this year...
Forget Buzz Lightyear - next christmas' must have toy - Green Guff Guy...
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
Monday, 4 June 2012
Jim
Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a Lion
There was a Boy whose name was Jim;
His Friends were very good to him.
They gave him Tea, and Cakes, and Jam,
And slices of delicious Ham,
And Chocolate with pink inside
And little Tricycles to ride,
And read him Stories through and through,
And even took him to the Zoo--
But there it was the dreadful Fate
Befell him, which I now relate.
You know--or at least you ought to know,
For I have often told you so--
That Children never are allowed
To leave their Nurses in a Crowd;
Now this was Jim's especial Foible,
He ran away when he was able,
And on this inauspicious day
He slipped his hand and ran away!
He hadn't gone a yard when--Bang!
With open Jaws, a lion sprang,
And hungrily began to eat
The Boy: beginning at his feet.
Now, just imagine how it feels
When first your toes and then your heels,
And then by gradual degrees,
Your shins and ankles, calves and knees,
Are slowly eaten, bit by bit.
No wonder Jim detested it!
No wonder that he shouted "Hi!"
The Honest Keeper heard his cry,
Though very fat he almost ran
To help the little gentleman.
"Ponto!" he ordered as he came
(For Ponto was the Lion's name),
"Ponto!" he cried, with angry Frown,
"Let go, Sir! Down, Sir! Put it down!"
The Lion made a sudden stop,
He let the Dainty Morsel drop,
And slunk reluctant to his Cage,
Snarling with Disappointed Rage.
But when he bent him over Jim,
The Honest Keeper's Eyes were dim.
The Lion having reached his Head,
The Miserable Boy was dead!
When Nurse informed his Parents, they
Were more Concerned than I can say:--
His Mother, as She dried her eyes,
Said, "Well--it gives me no surprise,
He would not do as he was told!"
His Father, who was self-controlled,
Bade all the children round attend
To James's miserable end,
And always keep a-hold of Nurse
For fear of finding something worse.
Hilaire Belloc
There was a Boy whose name was Jim;
His Friends were very good to him.
They gave him Tea, and Cakes, and Jam,
And slices of delicious Ham,
And Chocolate with pink inside
And little Tricycles to ride,
And read him Stories through and through,
And even took him to the Zoo--
But there it was the dreadful Fate
Befell him, which I now relate.
You know--or at least you ought to know,
For I have often told you so--
That Children never are allowed
To leave their Nurses in a Crowd;
Now this was Jim's especial Foible,
He ran away when he was able,
And on this inauspicious day
He slipped his hand and ran away!
He hadn't gone a yard when--Bang!
With open Jaws, a lion sprang,
And hungrily began to eat
The Boy: beginning at his feet.
Now, just imagine how it feels
When first your toes and then your heels,
And then by gradual degrees,
Your shins and ankles, calves and knees,
Are slowly eaten, bit by bit.
No wonder Jim detested it!
No wonder that he shouted "Hi!"
The Honest Keeper heard his cry,
Though very fat he almost ran
To help the little gentleman.
"Ponto!" he ordered as he came
(For Ponto was the Lion's name),
"Ponto!" he cried, with angry Frown,
"Let go, Sir! Down, Sir! Put it down!"
The Lion made a sudden stop,
He let the Dainty Morsel drop,
And slunk reluctant to his Cage,
Snarling with Disappointed Rage.
But when he bent him over Jim,
The Honest Keeper's Eyes were dim.
The Lion having reached his Head,
The Miserable Boy was dead!
When Nurse informed his Parents, they
Were more Concerned than I can say:--
His Mother, as She dried her eyes,
Said, "Well--it gives me no surprise,
He would not do as he was told!"
His Father, who was self-controlled,
Bade all the children round attend
To James's miserable end,
And always keep a-hold of Nurse
For fear of finding something worse.
Hilaire Belloc
Monday, 21 May 2012
Victor's Secret
Last Friday I found out that one of my pieces has been selected for Secret London: the Serco Prize for Illustration 2012. It's going to be part of an exhibition at the London Transport Museum on 13 November–10 December and needless to say - I'm right chuffed!
Congratulations to the other illustrators selected for the exhibition - the full list is here.
Congratulations to the other illustrators selected for the exhibition - the full list is here.
Monday, 12 March 2012
Saturday, 18 February 2012
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