The struggles of weeing yourself with excitement.

Well, it has been a while.

And I don't really have anything new.

However, stuff is happening. Due to a sudden surge in my job hunting abilities (writing crap that no ones reads doesn't quite make ends meet) and the fact I have two pieces which I can't show yet that need to be finished in two weeks, my current ideas and projects aside from those will have to wait. But like I said, stuff is happening. You'll see.

Amongst the projects I hope to be working on soon will be a comic thing, a 'London of the Future' thing, something based on a Chris Morris thing, and some stuff for a friends band thing.

See? lots of things.

And if the mere mention of these magnificent things hasn't made you moist downstairs, then I don't know what will. I really don't.

Heres some sneak peaks at one of the 'secret' pieces anyway, just to prove that I am not a liar.

I am going now. Bye.

Studio Soundtrack provided by:

'Red Dead Redemption' Original Soundtrack (its music from a videogame, but its awesome.)

The Dillinger Escape Plan - 'Option Paralysis' (Used to not like this band when I was younger. Too shouty. Now I think everything they've done is a masterpiece. Taste is weird like that.)

The Difficult Second Post.

Welcome back into the dark, dripping cavity of my Dirty Mouth.

I promised myself I would update this everyday and hopefully create some new artwork, which would serve as a complimentary image to the theme of the word text stuff.

That hasn’t quite happened.

This is an update, yes, but as I am yet to complete any artwork, there are no finished images.

So today I will talk about my ‘process’ or ‘processes’, to give you a little window into the artist at work. Or how an unemployed, overweight bearded man spends his days when he should be looking for jobs. This is likely to be quite boring and worthless, but I’m doing this blog more for me than you. So there.

I used to call myself a comic illustrator, but seeing as I haven’t really created a piece of comic art since my degree, I would currently class myself as an illustrator. An unemployed illustrator we’ve established, but an illustrator all the same.

‘What was the comic art you created for your degree?’ I hear no one ask. Well, It was an adaptation of ‘The Tell Tale Heart’ by Edgar Allan Poe, which has been in my portfolio so long I can’t bare to look at it. However it will probably make its way here if there is a slow week.

Anyways, materials wise, I mainly use various pencils (B’s of some kind), biros, and acrylics for the painting part. I usually work on Bristol board, but at CassArt on Berrick Street (PLUG) they were selling some thicker board, which I have started using instead. Went in there to get some more recently but they didn’t have any. The bastards (NOT SO MUCH A PLUG).

I got into the habit of tracing my line work from found images and photos, but as you will see from one of the following images, I’ve tried to step into the dangerous and unforgiving world of drawing without reference once again. Anyways this is some pictures of some drawings what I did. Look at them.

After I get the pencil work done, I trace those filthy line sluts with my biro. And those pencil line bitches love every minute of it.

Ahem. The reason I use biro is because I use a lot of paint washes in my work, and washes are usually watery, and biro is resistant to water. SO I CAN STILL SEE THE LINE EVEN WITH LOADS OF WATERY PAINT ON TOP! IT’S LIKE MAGIC!

See For youself!

Next stage is to build up afore mentioned washes, and incoporate little details and thicker layers of paint. I find this gives the image depth, and with the right colour scheme can create a moody, atmospheric feel. Which is good for the budding comic artist who can’t be bothered to draw detailed backgrounds. A couple of deep, colourful, moody, atmospheric washes over poorly drawn close ups and figures are all you need!

See how I do that here.

I think that is enough for today, I am tired and it is late and this was far too long for something that is unlikely to ever be read. More on these (Who?, Why?, etc) when they are done.

 I’m coming back tomorrow. You won’t get the better of me, I WILL ALWAYS WIN.

For I am the Dirty Mouth, Bane of the Orthodontist.

Todays studio soundtrack provided by:

Fantomas- ‘Delirium Cordia’ and ‘Suspended Animation’

Sonic Youth- ‘Daydream Nation’

Welcome.

Welcome to the disgusting mess of my Dirty Mouth.

Through the use of words and images, I intend to tell the real life story of Man Vs Creativity. As I am currently unemployed (again), I hope that this space will provide me with the means to keep myself occupied as an artist, illustrator, and for the first time, a writer.

Fuelled by a love of art, culture, music and snacks from the newsagent, I hope to share and discuss my ideas and processes with YOU, yes YOU! RIGHT THERE!

I currently share a studio space with another, more talented artist than me. However I will not discuss him/her further as I have not been financially compensated enough to do so.

It is in this space that I tend to do the majority of my creating, and currently I have several illustrative projects on the go, some of which I can’t discuss yet but certainly will as soon as they are done (This is not because they are high profile yet secretive, well paid commissions. They are presents for family members and loved ones FOR NO MONEY and I do not wish to ruin the surprise. That’s the kind of guy I am).

However the first image splurged into this misguided and ill thought out stumble into the world of ‘Interweb™’ blogging is an unfinished picture of my face. By me. I assume there is a pretentious art word for this, but I am a man of the people and believe in art for all, and will not segregate my fans (because that is what you are now) through my use of language.

Anyways I am going now. Come back if you can be bothered to see what other things I have made, thought of, or found near the bins.

Journey into my Dirty Mouth.

(I was going to finish with ‘Come inside my Dirty Mouth’, but decided against it. I am many things, but never crass.)