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And that’s the last Heather done! I’m going to keep going though, I have plans for at least 2 more.

And that’s the last Heather done! I’m going to keep going though, I have plans for at least 2 more.

The second heathers poster! This time based on that other scene you should know. I mean you should know the whole film really, it’s brilliant. More to come, I think!

The second heathers poster! This time based on that other scene you should know. I mean you should know the whole film really, it’s brilliant. More to come, I think!

mrgjohnson:

So I decided to do a bunch of posters for the film Heathers. Hopefully this scene is familiar to you!

Just a quick reblog for the evening crew! I’ve started a series of posters for the film Heathers. Enjoy!

mrgjohnson:

So I decided to do a bunch of posters for the film Heathers. Hopefully this scene is familiar to you!

Just a quick reblog for the evening crew! I’ve started a series of posters for the film Heathers. Enjoy!

So I decided to do a bunch of posters for the film Heathers. Hopefully this scene is familiar to you!

So I decided to do a bunch of posters for the film Heathers. Hopefully this scene is familiar to you!

Hopefully these GIFs go some way to explaining the recent silence: I graduated. This led to a lot of REAL LIFE stuff, mostly involving finding a job so I can settle down and draw some stuff. But yes, enjoy some flying hats!

Behold: My degree show in London. See if you can spot my stuff

I did it?!

bluephoria:

Sooooo I finished my BA (Hons) Illustration degree!!! We got our last mark today and are awaiting the final mark for the whole course that we’ll get in two weeks. I did pretty well for my last one, so I am very happy. And then there is the Awards Ceremony at the end of July when I’ll get to wear one of those fancy square hats and a robe. It’s gonna be grand.

But yeah, I think I can officially call myself an illustrator now. Of course there’s lots to do still since we have two degree shows coming up. The first one is at our campus, Bower Ashton in Bristol, and the private view is tomorrow night; Friday June 6th, 6 - 9 pm! You are very welcome if you live anywhere near it, and please don’t be too shy to come up and say hello to me. After tomorrow night the opening times are Sat 7th - Sun 8th: 10am - 6pm, and Mon 9th - Thurs 12th: 10am - 8pm.

If anyone has wondered where I went this is what completely consumed my life the last couple of months or so. There has been a distinct lack of sleep and a lot of stress, but it has also been fun and I have learned a lot and really pushed myself hard. When I’ve rested a little and celebrated there will be more tumblr updates with new art I’ve done!



image

 

You should come to this tonight! I will have work there, and the whole class is just obscenely talented. Hell, the whole campus. There is good work there.

We take a break from your regularly scheduled 100 words stories to show you a mouse.

We take a break from your regularly scheduled 100 words stories to show you a mouse.

The next 100 words story. Twitter’s ever wonderful @whyareyousodan suggested this one
Chunky Pumps

The boy screamed as pieces of colourful rubber hit the wall. As he wailed all the other children joined him, and the sound grew louder than the bang that started the whole thing.

‘WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?’
Her make up ran with her tears as she cowered from the tall, loud man. He was right. The equipment was too hefty for the task but it was all she could find.
This was it. The end of the line, this wasn’t a career for those who upset kids. She sighed at the thought of returning to her office in shame.

The next 100 words story. Twitter’s ever wonderful @whyareyousodan suggested this one

Chunky Pumps

The boy screamed as pieces of colourful rubber hit the wall. As he wailed all the other children joined him, and the sound grew louder than the bang that started the whole thing.

‘WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?’

Her make up ran with her tears as she cowered from the tall, loud man. He was right. The equipment was too hefty for the task but it was all she could find.

This was it. The end of the line, this wasn’t a career for those who upset kids. She sighed at the thought of returning to her office in shame.

More 100 words stories! This one suggested by Bethan Mure.
Dusty Cone

She climbed. She rose. She grew.

She was so old. She watched everything, never sleeping. One century? Two? It was pointless counting after a while. She was grey from the years, but not tired yet.

She was dropping things though. It wasn’t so much not caring as not remembering they were there. It was too distracting to remember them. She was busy climbing.

And then one day a noise, barely audible from her height. And she fell. Her grey blew away in the wind.
She hit the floor, vibrant as she was when she was young.

More 100 words stories! This one suggested by Bethan Mure.

Dusty Cone

She climbed. She rose. She grew.

She was so old. She watched everything, never sleeping. One century? Two? It was pointless counting after a while. She was grey from the years, but not tired yet.

She was dropping things though. It wasn’t so much not caring as not remembering they were there. It was too distracting to remember them. She was busy climbing.

And then one day a noise, barely audible from her height. And she fell. Her grey blew away in the wind.

She hit the floor, vibrant as she was when she was young.

Here’s the next 100 words story! Title suggested by the ever lovely David Wynne.
Parsimonious Catamaran

Waves crashed against her side, cold and harsh. The wind shook her, up, down, around. Water showered everywhere, and she couldn’t get enough. The creatures on her back cried, screamed, but she didn’t hear. She was thirsty. She was hungry.
The storm had no mercy, but the storm was her friend. She rode the waves, let them caress her and carry her as they willed. The screaming got quieter, a lone voice now, the others silenced by her dance. She drank more of the icy water until there was no noise other than the crashing waves.

Here’s the next 100 words story! Title suggested by the ever lovely David Wynne.

Parsimonious Catamaran

Waves crashed against her side, cold and harsh. The wind shook her, up, down, around. Water showered everywhere, and she couldn’t get enough. The creatures on her back cried, screamed, but she didn’t hear. She was thirsty. She was hungry.

The storm had no mercy, but the storm was her friend. She rode the waves, let them caress her and carry her as they willed. The screaming got quieter, a lone voice now, the others silenced by her dance. She drank more of the icy water until there was no noise other than the crashing waves.

breakalead:

Break A Lead’s indiegogo campaign is a go go! Please follow the link below and donate, or share to your friends so we can have a spectacular show in the summer!http://igg.me/at/breakalead2014/x/7533524

My coursemates and I are running an indiegogo campaign for the last few pennies for our show in London. Please help any way you can!

breakalead:

Break A Lead’s indiegogo campaign is a go go! Please follow the link below and donate, or share to your friends so we can have a spectacular show in the summer!

http://igg.me/at/breakalead2014/x/7533524

My coursemates and I are running an indiegogo campaign for the last few pennies for our show in London. Please help any way you can!

So I got round to more of the 100 words stories! The title for this one was suggested by the illustrious Dan Berry. There’ll be more coming this week
Haunted Lighthouse

He remembered.

The lighthouse never shone, despite the name. All that ever escaped was a slight gurgling.

He saw it. Towering above him, as it always had. He glided towards it, viewing it from all angles. So many of his brothers and sisters had died in this place.

He remembered, unlike the others.
He saw their faces before him, and thought of the watery grave they had gone to. He could sense them, still here yet gone. It was up to him to end this.
He remembered.

So I got round to more of the 100 words stories! The title for this one was suggested by the illustrious Dan Berry. There’ll be more coming this week

Haunted Lighthouse

He remembered.

The lighthouse never shone, despite the name. All that ever escaped was a slight gurgling.

He saw it. Towering above him, as it always had. He glided towards it, viewing it from all angles. So many of his brothers and sisters had died in this place.

He remembered, unlike the others.

He saw their faces before him, and thought of the watery grave they had gone to. He could sense them, still here yet gone. It was up to him to end this.

He remembered.

I got tote bags and badges made so I can start doing some more self promo! look at that worried little face. That’s how I look 24/7.

So, I’ve been getting my online presence up to scratch again, it had been a while since I did up my portfolio site. Thought it would be a good time to get some new  business cards, and here they are!

Here’s the new site while I’m at it: http://mrgjohnson.com

So, I’ve been getting my online presence up to scratch again, it had been a while since I did up my portfolio site. Thought it would be a good time to get some new business cards, and here they are!

Here’s the new site while I’m at it: http://mrgjohnson.com

And that’s the last Heather done! I’m going to keep going though, I have plans for at least 2 more.

And that’s the last Heather done! I’m going to keep going though, I have plans for at least 2 more.

The second heathers poster! This time based on that other scene you should know. I mean you should know the whole film really, it’s brilliant. More to come, I think!

The second heathers poster! This time based on that other scene you should know. I mean you should know the whole film really, it’s brilliant. More to come, I think!

mrgjohnson:

So I decided to do a bunch of posters for the film Heathers. Hopefully this scene is familiar to you!

Just a quick reblog for the evening crew! I’ve started a series of posters for the film Heathers. Enjoy!

mrgjohnson:

So I decided to do a bunch of posters for the film Heathers. Hopefully this scene is familiar to you!

Just a quick reblog for the evening crew! I’ve started a series of posters for the film Heathers. Enjoy!

So I decided to do a bunch of posters for the film Heathers. Hopefully this scene is familiar to you!

So I decided to do a bunch of posters for the film Heathers. Hopefully this scene is familiar to you!

Hopefully these GIFs go some way to explaining the recent silence: I graduated. This led to a lot of REAL LIFE stuff, mostly involving finding a job so I can settle down and draw some stuff. But yes, enjoy some flying hats!

Behold: My degree show in London. See if you can spot my stuff

I did it?!

bluephoria:

Sooooo I finished my BA (Hons) Illustration degree!!! We got our last mark today and are awaiting the final mark for the whole course that we’ll get in two weeks. I did pretty well for my last one, so I am very happy. And then there is the Awards Ceremony at the end of July when I’ll get to wear one of those fancy square hats and a robe. It’s gonna be grand.

But yeah, I think I can officially call myself an illustrator now. Of course there’s lots to do still since we have two degree shows coming up. The first one is at our campus, Bower Ashton in Bristol, and the private view is tomorrow night; Friday June 6th, 6 - 9 pm! You are very welcome if you live anywhere near it, and please don’t be too shy to come up and say hello to me. After tomorrow night the opening times are Sat 7th - Sun 8th: 10am - 6pm, and Mon 9th - Thurs 12th: 10am - 8pm.

If anyone has wondered where I went this is what completely consumed my life the last couple of months or so. There has been a distinct lack of sleep and a lot of stress, but it has also been fun and I have learned a lot and really pushed myself hard. When I’ve rested a little and celebrated there will be more tumblr updates with new art I’ve done!



image

 

You should come to this tonight! I will have work there, and the whole class is just obscenely talented. Hell, the whole campus. There is good work there.

We take a break from your regularly scheduled 100 words stories to show you a mouse.

We take a break from your regularly scheduled 100 words stories to show you a mouse.

The next 100 words story. Twitter’s ever wonderful @whyareyousodan suggested this one
Chunky Pumps

The boy screamed as pieces of colourful rubber hit the wall. As he wailed all the other children joined him, and the sound grew louder than the bang that started the whole thing.

‘WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?’
Her make up ran with her tears as she cowered from the tall, loud man. He was right. The equipment was too hefty for the task but it was all she could find.
This was it. The end of the line, this wasn’t a career for those who upset kids. She sighed at the thought of returning to her office in shame.

The next 100 words story. Twitter’s ever wonderful @whyareyousodan suggested this one

Chunky Pumps

The boy screamed as pieces of colourful rubber hit the wall. As he wailed all the other children joined him, and the sound grew louder than the bang that started the whole thing.

‘WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?’

Her make up ran with her tears as she cowered from the tall, loud man. He was right. The equipment was too hefty for the task but it was all she could find.

This was it. The end of the line, this wasn’t a career for those who upset kids. She sighed at the thought of returning to her office in shame.

More 100 words stories! This one suggested by Bethan Mure.
Dusty Cone

She climbed. She rose. She grew.

She was so old. She watched everything, never sleeping. One century? Two? It was pointless counting after a while. She was grey from the years, but not tired yet.

She was dropping things though. It wasn’t so much not caring as not remembering they were there. It was too distracting to remember them. She was busy climbing.

And then one day a noise, barely audible from her height. And she fell. Her grey blew away in the wind.
She hit the floor, vibrant as she was when she was young.

More 100 words stories! This one suggested by Bethan Mure.

Dusty Cone

She climbed. She rose. She grew.

She was so old. She watched everything, never sleeping. One century? Two? It was pointless counting after a while. She was grey from the years, but not tired yet.

She was dropping things though. It wasn’t so much not caring as not remembering they were there. It was too distracting to remember them. She was busy climbing.

And then one day a noise, barely audible from her height. And she fell. Her grey blew away in the wind.

She hit the floor, vibrant as she was when she was young.

Here’s the next 100 words story! Title suggested by the ever lovely David Wynne.
Parsimonious Catamaran

Waves crashed against her side, cold and harsh. The wind shook her, up, down, around. Water showered everywhere, and she couldn’t get enough. The creatures on her back cried, screamed, but she didn’t hear. She was thirsty. She was hungry.
The storm had no mercy, but the storm was her friend. She rode the waves, let them caress her and carry her as they willed. The screaming got quieter, a lone voice now, the others silenced by her dance. She drank more of the icy water until there was no noise other than the crashing waves.

Here’s the next 100 words story! Title suggested by the ever lovely David Wynne.

Parsimonious Catamaran

Waves crashed against her side, cold and harsh. The wind shook her, up, down, around. Water showered everywhere, and she couldn’t get enough. The creatures on her back cried, screamed, but she didn’t hear. She was thirsty. She was hungry.

The storm had no mercy, but the storm was her friend. She rode the waves, let them caress her and carry her as they willed. The screaming got quieter, a lone voice now, the others silenced by her dance. She drank more of the icy water until there was no noise other than the crashing waves.

breakalead:

Break A Lead’s indiegogo campaign is a go go! Please follow the link below and donate, or share to your friends so we can have a spectacular show in the summer!http://igg.me/at/breakalead2014/x/7533524

My coursemates and I are running an indiegogo campaign for the last few pennies for our show in London. Please help any way you can!

breakalead:

Break A Lead’s indiegogo campaign is a go go! Please follow the link below and donate, or share to your friends so we can have a spectacular show in the summer!

http://igg.me/at/breakalead2014/x/7533524

My coursemates and I are running an indiegogo campaign for the last few pennies for our show in London. Please help any way you can!

So I got round to more of the 100 words stories! The title for this one was suggested by the illustrious Dan Berry. There’ll be more coming this week
Haunted Lighthouse

He remembered.

The lighthouse never shone, despite the name. All that ever escaped was a slight gurgling.

He saw it. Towering above him, as it always had. He glided towards it, viewing it from all angles. So many of his brothers and sisters had died in this place.

He remembered, unlike the others.
He saw their faces before him, and thought of the watery grave they had gone to. He could sense them, still here yet gone. It was up to him to end this.
He remembered.

So I got round to more of the 100 words stories! The title for this one was suggested by the illustrious Dan Berry. There’ll be more coming this week

Haunted Lighthouse

He remembered.

The lighthouse never shone, despite the name. All that ever escaped was a slight gurgling.

He saw it. Towering above him, as it always had. He glided towards it, viewing it from all angles. So many of his brothers and sisters had died in this place.

He remembered, unlike the others.

He saw their faces before him, and thought of the watery grave they had gone to. He could sense them, still here yet gone. It was up to him to end this.

He remembered.

I got tote bags and badges made so I can start doing some more self promo! look at that worried little face. That’s how I look 24/7.

So, I’ve been getting my online presence up to scratch again, it had been a while since I did up my portfolio site. Thought it would be a good time to get some new  business cards, and here they are!

Here’s the new site while I’m at it: http://mrgjohnson.com

So, I’ve been getting my online presence up to scratch again, it had been a while since I did up my portfolio site. Thought it would be a good time to get some new business cards, and here they are!

Here’s the new site while I’m at it: http://mrgjohnson.com

I did it?!

About:

Mr G Johnson (Sometimes known as Graham) is a Bristol based comic artist and illustrator with a tendency to draw a lot of people having a lot of emotions, but he has been known to mix that up with a lonely Town Mouse. He has been self publishing comics for years, and is a regular contributor to Bristol's Bear Pit Zine. Recently a series of comics he produced for the National AIDS Trust were released on their HIV Aware site.

I can be contacted at mistergjohnson@gmail.com for further info or commissions.