Inspired by my new job at Oxbotica, writing software for self-driving vehicles. I’m having a lot of fun, learning new things and building stuff. Roll on the day when only computers drive, and road rage will just be something you take a history tablet to learn about in school.
Sometimes the things that arrive in the sketchbook are best not explained.
Thanks to Oxgrow for organising a session of drawing and painting in their beautiful community garden.
Happy Seasonal Greetings to all my readers.
And apologies to fans of Sir Arthur, again.
Great performance by Pete Oxley and Nick Meier last night at the Albion Beatnik Bookstore. I prepped my coloured pencils and riffed along with the fluid melodies and oh so tight rapport. I managed to include references to almost every title played, except for Vera Cruz (because I didn’t know what to draw).
I created this comic as my entry for a competition. I didn’t win, so now I’m free to share it with my readers! To make it easier for most people, I’ve translated it out of the original Latvian into English.
[Art note: I decided in this case to use vector graphics (rather than my usual rough sketches and bitmaps) — which was interesting, being simultaneously liberating (let the computer do the work) and challenging (the need to make definite decisions on line position). Thank you inkscape.]
I don’t have a comic to post at the moment, so instead here is yesterday’s page from my sketchbook, I realise that’s not quite the same thing. We wandered around the V&A without a plan, and somehow the page filled with drawings of things that caught my attention. Later we went to a concert South of the River, out beyond Peckham, with friends.
No comic today, but I wanted to share two doodles from my sketchbook. The second one I made at the hospital, waiting for a gastroscopy*, and perhaps then the theme is obvious. In hindsight I now understand the first one too!
I’m happy to say they found nothing! The doctor allowed me to turn slightly to look at the monitor, so now I have gazed at my navel from both sides.
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(* The spelling checker is complaining, and suggesting gastropod instead. I think that would have been far tastier.)
Not so much a comic, but a whimsical response to the masterful music and heady ambience of a jazz gig. Frank Harrison (keyboard) and Bobby Wellins (sax) at the Albion Beatnik Bookshop in Oxford.
Well, it’s been a while, sorry. Nice to see Noah again, and then I found that a pair of hippos had crept in to this comic too. Probably they came just to communicate with their cousin. I have no idea what that pair leaning out of the porthole are.