Friday, 17 December 2010
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
Here are some pages from a new book 'Humara Pind in Pakistan-Part 1'. It's a fictional book about the memories of an old man who grew up in a villiage in Pakistan. It's loosely based on some of the things my dad told me about his golden olden days but mainly its just made up. You can see the other pages by visiting Orbital Comics in Leicester Square, or Bookartbookshop in Old Street where they are now on sale.
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
Acrylic on canvas
I was walking past this book shop and i became all of a sudden magnetized to this book called 'das house: hundertwasser'. I did some research and found a whole collection of this man's work. He was an artist and architect and he had some really interesting beliefs about nature and painting, he believed that 'painting is a religious occupation, that the actual impulse comes from without, from something else that we do not know'. He made some really magical posters too.
This above painting is somewhat inspired by his work, especially the raindrops.
Monday, 8 November 2010
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Wednesday, 27 October 2010
Friday, 8 October 2010
Friday, 3 September 2010
Acrylic, Microsoft Paint and Google
This is something that i did recently, you can see, through the use of digital elements, that i've now become up to date with modern times. The following is the only explanation that i could come up with for the composition, it sounds best when read very fast...
Once upon a time, in a realm unknown to most, there was a herd of cowboys. They had a cow King. This was because they had grown too immoral to rule over themselves and had thought it wiser to defer responsibility to this one especially fat cow who they had never managed to herd. The cow King was largely unbothered with the affairs of these lesser men and spent most of his time grazing. But as time passed and the cowboys became less and less civilized the cow King’s grazing land became gnarly. The cow King had had enough of this herd of lesser men and walked over to a fresh plot of land near an enchanted barn, here he rested and privately ate flowers.
Tuesday, 31 August 2010
'There are many more beautiful landscapes in the world but none, i think, that can shape man's spirit in such sovereign a way. In its hardness and sparseness, the desert strips our desire to comprehend life of all subterfuges, of all the manifold delusions with which a more bountiful nature may entrap man's mind and cause him to project his own imageries into the world around him. The desert is bare and clean and knows no compromise. It sweeps out of the heart of man all the lovely fantasies that could be used as a masquerade for wishful thinking, and thus makes him free to surrender himself to an Absolute that has no image: the farthest of all that is far and yet the nearest of all that is near.'
p.144-145, M. Asad, The Road to Mecca.
Friday, 27 August 2010
This came about when my brother didn't let me listen to his ipod on the train home from Edinburgh, he said 'draw a picture or a write something', so i did. I turned it into this animation several months later. It's a short story about a knight who has trouble adjusting to modernity. The original book is available at bookartbookshop.