Pattern inspired by Queen Elizabeth II wedding dress.

Icons

Cat

Beach Life Icons

work in development

Mouse Logo Design

Little Mix Project

This is a project i did, to create images and characters for a game showing a rising stars road to fame with the help and support of the band Little Mix!

The orange bars on some of the images are where the user interface bits and bobs would go, the final image shows my attempt at rounding it all up.

Image in development (Me in a space suit)

Random playing around with photoshop

Interview Tips

Here is a selection of images I did for Creative Personnel.

They are interview tips that could assist job seekers :)

Portrait of Friend and his then partner... :-)

Here is a link to a review of my work back when i was at Uni, very proud!

http://newbloodart.com/blog/degree-show-review-newbloodart-at-middlesex-degree-show/

Drawing

3d Image Type Things :)

Joe and Georgina!

A commissioned portate of Joe and Georgina!

Creative Personnel

Images I did for work advertisement (Creative Personnel)

thinking girl

A Commission i did for NYCC (Northside Youth and Community Connections) youth centre.

hand made guitars

these are ten hand made paper guitars in a frame

sad but thoughtful

incomplete version of my sad but thought-full woman

but i kind of like it this way with all the white

Brasil wood

the story of a man who searched for his family

gladys the sea siren

The body Shop

posters for the re branding of the body shop for uni 

Vampire Film Festival posters

heres some posters i have done for a vampire film festival

the highway man

The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas,

The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor

And the highwayman came riding

He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there

But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter, Bess the landlords’ daughter,

Plaiting a dark red love knot into her long black hair.

He stood upright in the stirrups, he scarce could reach her hand but

She loosened her hair in the casement, his face burnt like brand as the

Sweet black waves of perfume came tumbling o’er his breast then

He kissed its waves in the moonlight.

They said no word to the landlord; they drank his ale instead,

But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot

Of her narrow bed

Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets by their side,

There was death at every window, for Bess could see,

They bound her up at attention, with many a sniggering jest,

They had tied a rifle beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast.

Trot, trot, trot in the frosty silence in the echoing night,

Nearer he came and nearer her face was like light.

Her finger moved in the moonlight her musket shattered in the moonlight.

Bowed with her head o’er the casement, drenched in her own blood

Not till dawn did he hear how Bess the landlords daughter

Had watched for her love in the moon light, and died in the darkness there.

He spurred like a mad man, shrieking a curse at the sky

With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high,

Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon.

When they shot him down like a dog in the highway

And he lay in his blood in the highway.

And still on a winters night, they say, when the

Wind is in the trees the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon

The cloudy seas, the road is a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor

And the highwayman came riding and Bess the innkeeper’s daughter

Meet there again