Thursday, 26 May 2011

Roker Again...
A double page spread which will come after my first single page, the title of the book written on a rock and photographed with my hand in shot and the lighthouse in the background.
Pete Dodds...
Here's a painting I did a few years ago for a North Eastern Folk musician called Pete Dodds, he has just released his new album called Cora Mills and my painting features on the front cover. I have to admit I am absolutely over the moon. He has one of my favourite voices in the world and has written some of amazing songs, including Jeremiah, which features on the album. Check him out he's a legend and a lovely man. The album will be available to download shortly or to purchase from various places. I will post an image of the booklet soon, im in it! Proper famous now tha nars.
Sunderland Voluntary Life Brigade
A collaged life ring for my page about the SVLB, made up from torn paper, water colour and biro on a hardboard base.
Spottie
A clay model of Spottie, outside his cave in the ravine at the beach entrance to Roker Park. Pretty pleased with the way the little chap came out. 

Friday, 20 May 2011

The sea is big enough for the both of you...
A couple of weeks ago we met a couple of divers on the beach getting ready to venture into the sea, we shared a quick conversation with them, then watched as they backed out in to the water. Later, on the pier, we met a fisherman, face scrunched and back hunched, we approached to find out the crack. He had been out all day but hadn't caught anything because, he said, the divers were too close to the pier and had therefore chased the fish! So this is basically a couple of line drawings documenting the tiff.

Wednesday, 18 May 2011

Acknowledgements...
Just a very simple thank you spread to everyone who participated with my book, either by having a bit chat, sharing some local tales or keeping me in pints down the Smugglers!
Good Morning...
This is the introduction to my fmp book, my book's a bit of a mish mash so maybe this will help bring clarity to the reader? I bought an ancient typewriter from the charity shop a few weeks ago, hence the type! It's my new toy, a pure bargain!

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Seaside Treats...
Some biro and watercolour studies of various treats available from Roker Amusements. I think they're quite nice and will probably use them alongside a photograph, and that will be another spread. I say 'another' like I have loads. I do not. I'm thinking that if I do a couple of all day and nighters this week then I can get on track. We'll see.

Friday, 6 May 2011

Catch of the day...
Nine varieties of fish available in the North Sea around Roker. I am pretty proud of this illustration so Im gonna submit it for my degree show, I just have to dig out five others now! Arghh!

Tuesday, 3 May 2011

A cod, a dab and a coalfish...
I've spent a whole day painting fish, here are three of the nine, I am going to include them in a collage I am creating on a spread about fishing down Roker. They are simply drawn in biro and coloured with water colours. It took an awful long time but I'm pretty pleased with their accuracy, in fact I'm owa tha mooooon! I will post the final illustration once it's complete (hopefully tomorrow).

Monday, 2 May 2011

The Legend of Spottie...
One illustration from a collection illustrating the tale of Spottie, a local legend from times gone by. Created using a scrap of patterned paper, newspaper, water colour and ink. Spottie was a shipwrecked sailor from foreign lands. Washed up on the coast of Roker during the 18th century, he set up home in a cave in Holey Rock. He was given his nickname because of the spotty shirt he wore. He survived by looking for food on nearby farms, frightening locals with his strange accent. The fishwives of Whitburn would once walk along the sands to take the catch into Sunderland, however they were so frightened of Spottie they began going by sea. Old tales suggest he would lure ships onto the rocks by lighting beacons along the cliffs, others say his cave was a place of evil. One day Spottie vanished and it is thought that he died deep within the bowels of his cave and that he still remains there.