Sunday, 23 November 2014

Creeping back in ...?



Their was I thinking my last post was a bit 'late' and then I realise as I prepare this to do another post I am now even later this time around; it's certainly a bit longer between the posts, but then I suppose as nobody asked when I was doing another that's when things get left to the side and so time passes.

Time passes ...
Then again, why should any people, especially those of you who are kind enough to follow my blogs, ask? This has happened before of course so should I consider that an excuse? Which makes me consider my reasons ... I can open a vault of typical excuses but in the end the fault is totally mine. A combination of being tired and busy elsewhere, but mainly tired. Many blogger's find writing a pleasurable experience but I don't; I thrive, if that's the right word, on feedback and when, like last time there wasn't any I then wonder why, including it's all the sites fault, or my fault for organising it poorly. But then, I suspect most who follow, and many who come to peek, want to look at art pieces really, and in truth, that is a pleasure for me on its own.

The original 'team' 
OK, blethering over, let's consider some pictures. I have three directions [posts] to consider and will start with some stuff related to the Sunday in London recounting my take, long overdue, of the Fighting Fantasy Festival organised by Jonathan Green in part to launch his book 'You are the Hero'.

Most of the pictures you'll see were taken and collected by others, so those who were there, or who have followed the event on Facebook or Twitter, will have seen many, if not all, that I will add here.


Why none of my own you may think? Very simple, I forgot to bring my camera and I do not have that modern piece of kit - a camera phone. In fact I was as organised that day, after about 2 hours sleep, that I'd not only not brought my camera [my ancient little pocket one]. I'd not brought water, food, or very much money, and when thinking myself late I took a taxi from the station and left me with not a lot on the day. For, boy did I underestimate the cost especially as the driver did not use the 'knowledge' but a sat nav device that circled around where the hotel destination was from what I could see. We set of from west London to arrive via east London. In short, it was truly fortunate I remembered to bring some work to show really.

Here Ian and I sign some photocopies of the Warlock before the day proper started.
Note the fixed grin ... and that was before the event started [grin]. It's a real problem, unless caught unaware apparently, I just cannot give a real 'smile' for a camera.
Did my smile work I wonder?
In fact, before I go any further recounting my misadventures, I want to give a special thanks to two friends. Paul [Gresty] for minding my work when I was at a talk and for feeding me when, being so busy signing, I realised I hadn't eaten for hours, which being diabetic is stupid. Did I mention I was tired?


 This also applies to Martin [Gooch] who, as the event was coming to an end, on hearing me moan about transportation problems, stepped in and generously helped me out with solving my problem. So they both stand even more high in my estimation for their generous acts in helping me out, especially in each case when I suspect I was about to 'lose' it. and go off and gibber in a corner. I'm a fragile soul really [sigh].
Fragile gibbering 
Paul also generously at the end of the event made a point of travelling with me so I could catch my train home and I still owe him a pint. I think he might have been concerned about my state of mind, though he said nothing, he's that kind of guy. Simply, I owe both Paul and Martin a real debt of gratitude. But in fact during the day there were many others who were both helpful and friendly, not least the organiser himself Jonathan Green, and many whom I never got the chance of really chatting too. This especially was the case with the other artists when wanting to talk 'shop' who were guests such as Malcolm Barter, and Leo Hartas here both seen chatting to others. 

Rated the most disgusting by the newspapers at the time ... terrific!
Oh we all said hello and made small talk, but we didn't get the opportunity to sit and chat. Pity, but I suppose to be expected, especially when the event lasted about six hours.  



The first panel talk involved Ian, Steve and the two original Puffin editors and I was so involved I missed it. Later there was one I was involved in and though I wasn't asked any real questions it was nicely presented by Jonathan and everybody contributed to the talk. 


It's always alarming to face a packed room of even friendly faces, and to being the first to open the artist intros after Jonathan's presentation; as you'll note, I had to adjust my face to ensure it was still there. Sleep deprivation can do that.


A lot of the time was spent signing, both individually and as part of the 'group' at one point it became a bit of an assembly line. As an other artist remarked, as we looked at the queue winding into the hall, ''they keep on coming!''. 



Some individuals like Olivier here wanted my picture.


So the day was drawing to an end, and I at last had the opportunity to wander around to see some of the other stalls. I think the guy behind me feels as perky as I do by then [laugh].


Thus the day of the first [?] Fighting Fantasy Festival ended. A, nice, if tiring day. Nice too to put faces to names, and to people I've not met with; to long to list here. Nice, also to be a guest at my first British Convention. 

The Zagor created for the Festival, I think it also appeared in the book but I never got the chance to see. Pity the original was damaged a little but not enough to effect reproduction thank heavens.

To conclude, a small peak at a sketch for an up and coming project. 


Oh, and I must admit as nothing is really new I'm not expecting feedback this time. Contrary bastard aren't I. [he, he],

Next time. a primarily picture post related to The Fiend Folio.


Sunday, 31 August 2014

A week to go to FFF day ... But trying to post in July [where does the time go?]

It's a week to go before the Fighting Fantasy Festival on the 7th September in London and I'm gearing up to have stiff wrist, or not, but with the published schedule it certainly sounds like it will be busy to fit everything in. As am I here [grin].



That entrance to the mountain keeps on changing [grin].

For more details of the event - check out http://fightingfantasyfest.blogspot.co.uk/
Or -https://www.facebook.com/events/274966572686051/?fref=ts







Now for something completely different ...

Last year for Kobold Publishing I did a job which, for a variety of reasons has lain dormant, that is in terms of publishing, but I've been kindly allowed to post the work now so you can see what I did.





That was it, and this was it, I think, until after the FF Festival.

But instead a nice short, but important addition about the BloodSword Series.
http://fabledlands.blogspot.co.uk/2014/08/blood-sword-is-back.html

Some of the books are reprinting some more of my work of yore.






Next, depending on what 'news' comes out of the event next Sunday will be a generic post about some of the pieces done for The Fiend Folio.


Now that really is ''that's it till next time '', till then, keep well.

Wednesday, 9 July 2014

When flying ... never forget gravity.


The Storyteller
When flying, no matter the pleasure, never forget about gravity, because landing can be a tad painful.


I was about to post again just before the end of June, at least that was the plan when I decided, inadvertently to be sure, to try flying. It was great, much enjoyed for the second or so I experienced it before gravity took over and I struck the ground. Then came the hurt after lying there thinking ... I can't move. But luckily, I eventually could and at last in great distress rose from my crumpled heap position to something that resembled one of my earlier ancestors attempts to walk on hind legs.



Ok. Ok, I wasn't just flying per say; I actually tripped over a small wall with a steeper drop on the other side in the dark and as I only had my arm to cushion the fall onto hard ground it hurt a lot more than when I once fell into a house. But that's another story.


Suffice to say I'm well on the bend, even though I may have cracked a rib, but I'm fine, and that is the reason why this blog, intended for the end of June, never happened till now.


I'll try and keep any further prattle down now and just post pictures as usual. The main theme of which is related to some old mainly foreign Games Workshop related stuff.

These were done for Le Grimoire titles.
http://www.legrimoire.net/




This picture, above, was for one of the FF Advanced titles... Blacksand, but this below was, I believe, for White Dwarf/Game Workshop and because of the detail and the original size of the work I have reproduced it larger.


To conclude here are a few more picture from the past that others have posted related to Fable Lands and the Blood Sword series in the main. Shown larger than drawn size.





Next time, some work never seen [more or less [grin] before] and not too long from now. Finally a couple of pictures from the Goldhawk series by Ian Livingstone to be used in 'You are the Hero' publication I believe.


I thought, to end, a little bit of colour ... so there you have it.

Till then, thank you for looking and I do appreciate comments and questions [if I can answer them].