Internal Space

This is what it looks like inside a head. I... I don't know why I put made this picture. Sorry. A necessary distraction from the task at hand: preparation for an exhibition at the CPIT Rakaia centre from this Monday night onwards for like two weeks. I have The Boy Who Was Actually An Octopus on display and some other stuff from earlier in the year.

I'VE NEARLY FINISHED SOME BOOK OKAY

Never before has something this ridiculous taken up so much of my time. Actually that's a complete lie, I do an awful lot of time-consuming ridiculous things. But it is pretty much done, so yay for that. The Boy Who Was Actually An Octopus: the thrilling story of a boy who finds out (spoiler alert!) that he is actually an octopus. In stores everywhere in December*

*in absolutely no stores anywhere, ever

SON OF A BITCH

THE BOY WHO WAS ACTUALLY AN OCTOPUS

Here is a peek at The Boy Who Was Actually An Octopus, a book I am working on for an illustration project, nearing completion. It is a very silly book, if you can even call it a book. It only has like ten or eleven words in it. Note the lack of anything reflecting. This is because there is nothing there to reflect.

Up until about a week or two ago it was going to be a rather positive, optimistic book. As multiple deadlines neared and my general mood worsened I made some spontaneous, drastic rewrites and now it's downright bleak- gratuitously so. Those of you interested in such things will be able to purchase the book early 2011.

FISH

Quick sketch for my book The Boy Who Was Actually An Octopus, a work in progress. There will be lots of fish in it. It's a coming-of-age tale. No, it isn't. It's just a book about a boy who was actually an octopus. Due to be completed late this year