Farewell tiny pencils, you’ve served me well, but this is getting silly now.
My sketchbook from my cheeky weekend away to Belgium. These are from Sanctuary Wood and the Flanders Field Museum in Ypres.
swap between Aisling Marray http://raphaelcartoons.tumblr.com/ (L) and Ed Cheverton (R).
Aisling sent me this awesome Kirk playing card postcard (great idea for a postcard!)
I sent Aisling a forest scene.
I did a swap with Ed! Would love to do some more if anyone’s up for it :)
Happy Birthday Dad! I love you unconditionally but kinda wish you weren’t born so close to fathers day.
Here’s a sketch for an epic battle tapestry I’m going to start work on, which will probably take me years to finish, but hey, late 80s cartoon nostalgia will always be relevant, right?
The full Jazz Dad Books line up for ELCAF this saturday, we have very limited numbers of each title!
Mezzo by Chris Harnan
Totems by Edward Cheverton
Museums by various
Therapy by Edward Cheverton (very limited amount of these left!)
Trains by Edward Cheverton
Smoke Rings by Matthew Houston
Quagley by Edward Cheverton
David Biskup Is The Man Who Loves You by David Biskup
Psychocyst by Nick Edwards
Slowly Dying by Disa Wallander
Blue by Jayde Perkin
Ewe and Me by Rachel McGivern
Pokequest by Rosie Brand
Lunatic/The 21:19 by Aisling Marray
David Biskup Looks Forward to Middle Age by David Biskup
Choos-se by David McMillan and Jayde Perkin
I’d Rather Not Talk About My Day At Work by Jayde Perkin
Girls by Jamie Jones
New Fun by Edward Cheverton
Kevin Truman by Matthew Pettit
We will also have prints, badges and original art!
Come by and say hi :)
Very proud to be in such talented company!
Lunatic and The 21:19
Two short back to back short stories by Aisling Marray debuting at ELCAF from Jazz Dad Books:
“Aisling Raphael Marray was born in 1902 on a small farm in Suffolk, England. She lived a relatively normal rural life, working on the family land, until one autumn day at the age of eighteen, on a routine trip to London to sell produce, she was exposed to jazz. Utterly intoxicated, she bid farewell to her pastoral life and secured working passage on a steam ship to the United States. Having attended the bare minimum of school in England, as her parents needed her on the farm, New York surprisingly sparked a previously undiscovered urge to write. Marray immersed herself in her new home, writing almost constantly - apparently inspired by the chaos and opulence of the Jazz Age. However, her career was cut tragically short, as a mere two years after she arrived in New York, she was found dead in the swimming pool of a house known to be a front for a notorious speakeasy, her lungs filled with champagne. Her stories were discovered in a shoe box under the bed in the room she rented, tied with string and addressed to her parents’ farm back home.”
I’m actually doing something with my stories other than saving them to obscure folders on my computer! Thanks, Jazz Dad