One of my friends recently pointed out that I very rarely share the work I do for a living; instead, I only share the personal projects and sketchbook pages that I occasionally work on. When my blog and social media go quiet, you can be sure I'm flat out working on commercial jobs. And I do often forget to share the work when it's finally released, because production averages about a year... by which time I'm on to some new shiny idea and the old one seems very far away and long ago. 

So, I'm going to make a more concerted effort to share a bit of what I do for work -- because I'm truly proud of and excited about the work I create for clients. 

These tees are available through Auguste, which is one of my favourite Australian brands. My nieces have the Butterfly Girl and Unicorn tees, and they look so adorable in the 70s ringer style!

Shop all Little Auguste tees here.


Yarrghh. Friday. The cute birds didn't work so well. It's hard to draw properly when you're trying to be sneaky, and are supposed to be working... but, as usual, you get the idea.
I've got something coming up that I'm super psyched on.
Maybe tomorrow.

Fuck work

Today a lady accosted me in the chemist -- that's the place you go when you're either ill or getting contraception, so either way you don't really want to hang and chat -- and started bitching about only being published in one of the two publications I work on. For about fifteen minutes, and she didn't even have the courtesy to remember that she's thrashed this one out with me before.
So, with that fresh in my mind, I'd like a job where people love each other, not hate. I'd like to make pretty stuff, preferably with David Attenborough on in the background, maybe with some whisky nearby. Puppies might be involved.
I need a patron. Someone to support my art-making so I can cut out the bullshit money-making. I'm starting to make some OK jewellery you can have. I come with the added benefit of maybe getting drunk and giving you everything I've even thought about drawing. You might make some returns, I don't know.
Just get me out of this shitty career.