This is everything on the site, handily coloured according to what the page looks like, which may or may not be helpful. Stylish though, eh.
Unexpected joy and hope
Not-Inktober, not-UK, not-London… but pro crepe paper and fluffy drag.
Longer post than usual. A painted canvas, more projects, hoarding cheese, professional professionalism and planting bulbs.
A sense of surprise at finishing something so physical and practical.
A world made of multicoloured brick-shaped paving slabs.
Colourful concentric concrete circular casting.
Digging holes into endless dependencies. And birds.
If it's in a week then it's a weeknote. This time on concrete.
A quarter notes. Stuff I did and made, and yes, actual toast sandwiches.
I made an actual thing.
My Mom died at the end of April. It was quite sudden.
Making arts, assembling twigs, that Hockney thing and grumpy-git grumbles, The Thing That Is Happening, shopping and a bit of hope.
News, news and not-so-news, spring springing a bit early, temporary art and gold frames.
More things happening than That One Thing. Art, daffodils, illustrated months, frames, tarnishing brass and the end of the world, maybe.
Painted months, Welsh in a Week, more Welsh in more weeks, Victoria and Albert as hoarders and an idea for defunct wind turbines.
Hospital success, cars ruining everything and technology ruining what's left.
Alt-ish text: A full-page image of watercolour blocks and a man climbing down through them.
Apples and pears, a punctured palm, fresh rose and hopping hungry birds.
A decade that was.
Increasing daylight, too much food, relaxed festivities and friendly dystopian exploding taxis.
The sound of cold rain falling
Computering like it's 1997, a burgeoning forest garden, and understanding a retreat to software design emotional safety.
High volume plastic reduction, glorious seclusion, springy non-weights and hardcore gloopy adult weird art with knobs on.
Dull winners, modern Versailles, gorgeous 45 year old designs, a sideways N on a chapel and a potential resurrection of a ministry.
Wheeze, hack, cough, dubious opening chapters, rain, rain, rain, dubious inter-colleague communications and magical medical gunk.
A finish to Inktober, a blissful erasure of sound, alarming side effects and more sparkly TV, but with a darker edge.
All my Inktober 2019 drawings and the story I made to tie them all together.
In which our intrepid correspondent draws some things, puts up a shelf or three, stretches some rubber in place of pumping iron and then watches some sparkly shiny TV.
Almost-nothing medical things, too-soon software upgrades, could-be-shinier shiny trinkets and farcical security circuses.
Fairytale stories in ink, giant edible spider webs, jalapeños, pruning and a terrible book printing service that can’t print books.
Unplanned unconsciousness, sudden illness, sunny coastal walks and Inktoberish planning.
Inktober planning, medical mysteries, a photo diary and feeble justifications of occasional consumerism.
Inking stories from random words, the increasing horror of our government, medical anxieties and a glass house full of spiders.
Glorious unconsciousness, bats, and please won't somebody think of the children.
Trees regrowing, plot holes in German castles and Euclid’s Elements.
How did Susan get her black eye, the benefits of soaking soy, first tomato harvests and a moth murder mystery.
St John’s Wort in our garden.
Insect vision hacks, rapid-fire photography, some beautiful books and the world of type, calligraphy and cartography again.
Touchbars, remote working, sketchbooks, beautiful windows and surviving politics.
The bees like poppies.
Red and blue flowers, wild gardens, precise and perfect older technology and failing new gadgetry.
Stupid prehistoric technology tropes, badly implemented good things, incredibly beautiful creatures, great TV series and hacking magazines to bits.
Cherries! Lots of cherries! A red and blue flashing heart, and flesh-eating flies. Nice.
Berries from bin juice (maybe), London Planes, tomatoes, biscuits and some fab technology again.
Videos on photos, sporty pens, annoying technology and really good technology.
Custardy custardness, and some sharp photographic portraits.
Bees! ALL THE BEES. And a roaming London, illustration reference, and a butterfly.
A shit club sandwich this week. Good, bad, good, bad, etc. A couple of Procreate brush recommendations though.
London trees, misapplied information technology and towering pillows.
Asparagus people, online deliveries, an English seaside postcard and yay Eurovision.
The relentless march of time, interviewing, doctors and local wildlife. And not being impressed by not-cheese.
Holidays, moral erotica, thrilling tales about books and that thing we want to just stop.
Retro easter eggs, planting crops, that terrible fire and playing cards.
Frankenstein's apple, the jackdaw's share, illustrating and food watching.
Chunky dandelions, flowering trees, annoying TV memes and patriotic ordure.
Wearing your heart (traces) on your wrist, a comic at last, flowers and the greenhouse finally being built.
Worthwhile workshops, grouchy greenhousing, zombie politics and a carnivorous flower.
Health scares, caffeine, sports and a legend in woodlouse lore.
Viennese waltzes, lemon pancakes and annoyingly porny design sites.
Camellias and greenhouse vs Storm Freya.
Climate-catastrophe daffodils, an imagined exploded pigeon and algorithmic achievements.
A procreate drawing of moorland nearby.
A greenhouse, Lego and neuroplasticity.
All watched over by machines of baleful intent. Actually no, not really, but it's a good line, right?
Malfunctioning technology, remote investigation and personal development.
The slow, sweaty and often unrewarding quest for health
A week of daffodils, fish, scarves and books.
A kind of weeknotes, but for a month.
The amazing illustration tool that is the new iPad Pro.
A long overdue update, mostly about silicone rubber and epoxy resin.
A kind of review of the year so far.
I did Inktober, and here are the results.
A weekly illustrated newsletter
Stupid stupid packaging for house plants.
Wardrobes, plants and paint.
Stupid shitty little aphorisms piss me off.
Stone the crows. Seriously. With rocks.
Wonderful, wonderfulness, and late eBay sellers
The magic of modern medicine
A visit to London in the pissing rain and then a glorious sunlit journey home.
A late entry, but winning anyway.
Singing to bolts while turning.
1970s styling, in colour
Renovations complete, lessons learned, tubes.
Chairs, 1972 Olympic ephemera and hotel concepting
Painting, doodles and fake flowers
She wants gin. Not tea, dammit.
Spring sprang (and sprung) sparklingly sprightly.
Beep beep fucking beep
Crows! Crows! Lots of crows!
New font, ripped paint and illuminated curtains
The colour of the walls, under lighting conditions
A spring fresh update, with mention of peacocks with unlikely emotional states.
Colours, and blocks. Blocking, perhaps.
Getting to the end of building, and a sad thing.
Something something health guidelines
How many clicks does it take to change a lightbulb?
Chickens go bok bok bok
I admire some salt packets from a buffet breakfast
Mostly tales of moving furniture and finding hidden hearths
Jolly tales of another week in South Wales.
A view from the 13th floor in the rain.
The renovations begin for real. Really noisily.
The first hopeful post in a probable series about our renovation work. I hope the rest are as positive.
The house redoing begins!
Some positivity, at last. Also many faces.
The start of the year, and some intensive self-regard.
I started a character drawing course. I drew eyes. Many eyes.
A weekly, and yearly update, with a fancy schmancy gif.
It's Christmas! And so on.
In which I eulogise about the scientific aspect of celebrating the solstice.
We decorated the tree and I got a tune stuck in my head.
The weekly roundup, using a different design this time
Pondering using VR to teach how painful some things can be to use.
In which the mundanity of life gets a write up.
This one has a tit in it.
Another week! Anxiety about noise, but I was warm in bed.
An excuse to post some pictures of autumn leaves.
Week 47, in which I mention Lego, designer books and pain
A sketch/drawing of autumn trees. A bit of relaxation.
Week 46! Tempus fugit and all that.
Week 45! Historic, in some senses.
In which I moan about people.
London looking picturesquely dystopian
A photo of Paddington as I'm about to leave London
A photo of Paddington just after I've arrived
The week 44 roundup
I gave a talk on using simple language, and I have a bit of a whinge about American journalism.
Yes, yes, another picture of the moon. What of it?
A gif I made from a video taken on the train
Things in the world of me in week 43
Photos taken during a trip to London earlier this week
I watched a 1966 documentary on Francis Bacon
A round up of good and not so good things for week 42.
Preserving apples from the garden.
What was good and not good this week.
Imps. They're real, I tell you.
Experimenting with making sugar free ice cream. With recipes!
That word. Sigh.
Taking pictures from the hotel room.
Some pictures and a (large) gif I made when in London.
Thoughts on the Olympics.
New shiny camera!
Annoyance at the this-or-that nature of debate on the internet (mostly)
Appreciation of the garden made by the previous owners of our home.
Mostly a gif I made.
The inaugural post.
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