Sorting out old stuff the other day and came across some old sketch books. It's amazing how much easier it is to judge how good your work is with a bit of distance. Some of the scribbles and drawings looked pretty good to me...certainly better than the occasional scribbles I turn in 20 years on.
The first couple of drawings are how I saw myself in the late eighties early nineties.…I'm quite fond of the foul mouthed angry version of me.
The drawing below was something I did for a works in house newsletter. He was called Abercrombie, after Patrick Abercrombie. I like all the details in the detritus that surrounds him.
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