Strange fits of passion

My 18th birthday party. 

Pixels are my mistresses.

Cels are my wives. 

David Niven,

I want to be you. 

I was asked by the members of my uni student body to do a poster that represented the “body” as a paint brush for an upcoming performance night. I immediately thought of a pen on paper drawing my friend Anna Farrell did for me during a lecture in first year uni. (It’s a fat guy attempting to wear the dis-embodied flesh of his equally fat female victim.) As seen in “The Silence of The Lambs” by Buffalo Bill. So I coloured it in, added a background and some text and there it is. 

Ann Farrell is one of the most talented artists I have ever met. Her drawings have so much movement and texture. She can effortlessly portray what she sees in front of her using a bi-ro pen and a scrap piece of paper.

 When I didn’t know what to get my sister for her birthday I asked Anna to do her a drawing. She drew a tower of naked men with a banana peal resting on the head of the guy at the top. My sister still has the drawing sitting on her desk. 

Check out Anna’s character Eugene The Chicken at his Facebook page:

http://www.facebook.com/people/Eugene-Hrm-C/100000096545366

Ummm, wasn’t she that fat girl?

I got a job at a chemist. I use the fancy prescription bags to draw on. They have forbidden me to continue.