Back in my own hood this month. As a frequent visitor to Redbridge gym in the High Road, I didn't have to go out of my way for my references. Gym machines aren't simple things to draw. I was thinking of doing a whole line of them, but then I thought, maybe not! Also, the thing about visual gags, is that you only need enough to set the scene, make the point, and fill the allocated space. Even though DD loves to get involved in the latest 'go to' places, she still belongs to that old school world, with her '60's thermos and original label knitting wool. Gazette piece is on the Editorial page.

The November December edition isn't out yet, but as I was sitting here I thought I'd get the preliminaries in early. So, here we have sugary fatty food vendors making a killing (so to speak) outside the local blood testing facility. More imaginary work again, and I kind of feel this has a Richard Scarry's Busytown vibe going on, but without the animals of course. A fond memory of my children's book collection, some 25 years ago. Happy times!  

This edition has been out a couple of weeks now, so I'm afraid they've all gone! I didn't have to stray very far from my photos for this one, apart from designing DD a new coat. The big puffy sleeves, and the bow, I think are currently very fashionable. Everything else is just as it is. After a very nice chat with the tailor, I was told I could draw whatever I wanted.

I don't normally show the original original scribble, because, as you can see, it's just that. Top left was done whilst trying to figure out a word in Wordscapes, which was BACON. Fortunately, I have a piano of the sort that may be found in a bar, so I thought it would come in handy for this little scenario. This month, I fancied lightening my style, and only used a minimum of black outline. A step out of my comfort zone for this sort of work, but I feel better for having moved on.

In the familiar surroundings of George Lane. I got the idea quickly but then I was lulled again into the false security of thinking that the actual illustration was also going to be quick. The post office was the biggest offender this month; the window proportions. The painted image is pre photoshop. The finished piece with the text is on the commissions page.

For this month's South Woodford Village Gazette, I didn't have too much inventing to do as I was given a leg up by the Woodford diaryist of a photo of the tattoo parlour in George Lane. At least, that's what I thought. I needed pictures to put on the walls. And as DD is old school, I wanted the sort of designs that were around in the sixties. I don't know if anyone actually had a Russian Doll tattoo, but way back then, I thought they were the coolest thing around.

Had to get this one done before Christmas, and as you can see, was out in the shops before the end of the year, last year that is. If you know George Lane, there is a yawning gap between Lily's Indulgence and a Barnardo's charity shop, which used to be occupied by a watering hole called Red Mantra. I decided to fill it with something a little more grand, that ties in nicely with the NatWest branch opposite. The curved balcony I nabbed from a drawing I did aeons ago of the Ivor Novello building at 152-160 Wardour Street, and the steps were based on an old country pile I found on the far reaches of Google. I was going to add pineapples on top of the pedestals, but that would have just been silly.

Another complex scenario which the accommodating editor has to work his way around. Although these drawings come out of my imagination, encouraged of course by the text, they are still based on real life. I still have to do find a willing participant to get hands and magazines right, adapt furnishings found in Images to suit, and ultimately convince the reader that this is all perfectly normal. Best bit this month, the old school infra red.

This month was all about staircases, random objects, and trying to get DD full face, teetering downstairs. Creating your 'person's' face in different angles, whilst retaining their characteristics, is a dedicated, practical, and conscious task. As I once read, if it isn't instinctive, you have to learn it.

Funny how the drawings one thinks are going to be a piece of cake, end up being anything but. 'South Woodford station maybe?' said the editor. Oo fab, I'd drawn the outside a couple of times before, so I was sure I could adapt one of those. After realising my mistake, I armed myself with some photo evidence and got down to work. The ticket barriers, ironwork, the underside of the roof, and how it all fits together. This is what drawing does, it makes you take notice. Even down to the holes in a Wilko laundry basket.

This little Georgian pile used to be a grocery shop, not originally, mind you, just in the sixties, the 1960's that is. Google images came to the rescue as usual with references for shop fronts of bygone days, which believe it or not, I can still remember, and the fabulous shopping bags, string, woven plastic and wicker. Those large oval baskets where still in use in the 70's, accompanying their smock coated, granny booted, diamante hairgripped owners at Watford Technical High School.

Here we have another adventure from the lady in red, the joy of waking up to a giant scone. As you see, I sometimes have an interesting space to fill, so furniture arranging and scale was a big issue. Filling up with extra tables and chairs was an option, but as these illustrations operate on the gag style, using only just enough elements to set the scene is essential. Eye level and standing point give a credible view; it doesn't matter how wacky the subject is, the actual space has to look feasible. Until the next one!

This months, apart from hunting down references for pedestal side tables and winged armchairs, this illustration was pretty straightforward. As the familiar sight of the roundabout got a mention, I figured it was daft for me to re-invent it, as I already had a suitable drawing I could get some more use out of.

There is the stretch one has to do before the pencil layout stage, drawing the background to fit the space allocated, designing figures, which here included research on barristers' wigs and robes, and getting poses right. As usual, scissors, a glue stick and tracing paper where very much in use. I ink with Carbon ink because it's totally waterproof, so I can paint without any fear of vile smudging. I like to have an edge I can work to, or from, as I see fit. You can click on the images for a bigger picture if you like. Will appear in the next issue of the South Woodford Village Gazette.

Redbridge Lakes for the Sept/October South Woodford Village Gazette. Apart from the lady and mushroom group, the rest was painted from references I found on Images. I even had a fabulous time doing a coloured pencil study of the hunting Robertson tartan! Mainly because that was the one we had when I was a child, but also because I needed something which would pick up the colours in the rest of the piece, without it taking over.

Even though it's time for the next editorial job, here's the last one. I know these pictures don't make a deal of sense unless you read the piece it was about, but suffice to say, it was about hebe plants and going to the tip. The styles I've used before have been pretty much different, and I've had a free rein on my approach. All very nice, but I had come to realise that there was a certain lack of continuity, and that was making me uneasy. With this illustration I feel I have hit the spot, can reproduce the look, and incorporate the red clothed writer into whatever situation she finds herself. Click if you want a bigger picture.

Another one reminiscent of days gone by, also for the South Woodford Village Gazette. The brief was squirrels eating camellias but as there were other garden features mentioned in the article, I made a trip to Redbridge Garden Centre. Couldn't believe my luck when I came across a stone squirrel.

A compilation piece for the South Woodford Village Gazette. I've had a thing for a while now, about those exquisite book illustrations of the '30's, especially those drawn by Rex Whistler for the delightful tales of country life by Beverley Nichols. During the week, I went to see the David Hockney, and also had time to pop into the Paul Nash, as it was daft not to. Well worth it for his pen and pencil work. So what I aimed for here, was that 'memory' of a long gone idyllic world, (pretty much like a holiday) which may, or may not, have existed anyway.