Monday, 24 November 2008
final Arlee
I have no idea why this image keeps coming out these weird colours!! Arlee is supposed to have a red top and blue jeans, but they keep inverting when i upload this image, it driving me crazy!
Thursday, 13 November 2008
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Tuesday, 6 May 2008
www.toasttapes.blogspot.com
New limited edition toasttapes.blogspot.com tshirts available! Toast tapes is a collaborative blog and live project by Menna Jenkins and Kristyna Litten, both illustration students at Edinburgh College of Art. See Krissy's blog at kristynalitten.blogspot.com.
Thursday, 1 May 2008
Wrinkles
I started by drawing shar pei puppies, and playing with the idea of the puppy asking, 'what are wrinkles?'. Then i experimented with images of an iron, drawing the one in my flat which has been used maximum twice, ever! images of ironing out the word 'wrinkles' from fabric. I wasn't happy with either of these ideas, so decided to see what would happen if i combined them. The result was a scared dog and an slightly aggressive iron! i looked at Dilbert by Scott Adams and Randy Glasbergen for inspiration on jokes and visual puns. I also took inspiration for the look of my piece from these traditional cartoon layouts.
Monday, 28 April 2008
Hannah Shaw - Evil Weasel
Hannah Shaw did foundation at Stroud Art College and when i was a student there she came back to do some workshops with us. Its amazing that just a few years later she is now being published by random house. It has made it more of a reality that in a few years time i could be doing the same thing!
Wednesday, 23 April 2008
The Mindins O the Fower Winds
This is the first draft of an illustration for a poem called The Mindins O the Fower Winds.
The Mindins O the Fower Winds
The Suddron wind,
remembers melt:
the firstlin fowk
Black Bear and Elk.
The Aist Wind
out the Baltic Blows,
and minds Napoleon,
smoored with snow.
The Nor wind yowls,
asben it gaes
the lintil o
the Hawe at Maes.
The West wind greets
Aye greivin o
The touns in lochans
tint ablow.
The poet has remained anonymous so far, so i have interpretted it as i see fit and am looking forward to some feeback soon.
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