Just a little something... Or possibly just a bit more

WARNING: This is a rather long post - generally because of images but still, if you're short on time, feel free to close down my site. I won't blame you and there will be no hard feelings (mainly because I won't know)

So, I've been working on a series of illustrations in my spare time (which is rather abundant I must add) and I must say that;

1. these are taking a frightfully long time to do (as always), especially considering that there are 18 of these to do.
2. I have far to much time on my hands.
3. I still kinda wish I could work a bit faster (or more efficiently rather) so I could focus on things that need to be focused on (like getting jobs).

Anyway so these are the illustrations (4 of 18, but I have done 5 in reality, honest):

To give you a little bit of background, just in case you were wondering (which, I realise, you probably weren't), the idea for these illustrations actually originates from my time at university.

Imagine, if you will, your first year of university (well third really, but the first two don't really count, in my opinion. I mean engineering. What was I thinking?). The assignment: to do anything you want really, and I'm not joking... anything you wanted.

So you decide, yeah, let's do a children's book in around 8 weeks. You can write a short poem, sure, do some illustrations - even though you've never really done backgrounds, never really done colour before and you've only just begun to learn how to use Photoshop - it'll be easy (well I never thought it would be easy, I just really wanted to do it). And this is the result:


Now admittedly, for a first year illustration student, they actually aren't that terrible (you find out quickly that a lot of the people doing a design course can't draw... at all), but still even at the time I knew that I could do better. I was still proud that I did it, everything considered, but I did wonder at times why other people were so impressed. I mean I could understand why my family were so impressed, they're family, they have to be. But basically at that point - first year, first semester - I realised that this was really what I wanted to do. I mean, I already knew that I was going to be drawing my whole life, but before that moment I thought it would mainly be doodles across my office desk.

Anyway so now that I've been out of uni for around about half a year now, I thought that I would revisit the first assignment that I really worked my ass off for and see what I could do with that same idea. I'm hoping I got better (and I'm thinking that I did), but who knows really. All I know is that, regardless of what happens with my not yet quite formed illustration career, I'm glad that I know that there is something that I have been able to carry with me from when I was a child till now (I am rather deliberately avoiding the word 'adult' 'cos who knows when that'll happen. Hopefully never).