A Choice of Beards
2013, gouache, chalk
I told you it was a bit odd.
Talkin’ about beards: A pop up story
2013, gouache, chalk
So yeah, I made a pop up. It’s a bit odd. But not as odd as the other one that’s coming in a sec
COMMISSIONS: OPEN!
The examples here aren’t the best examples, any paid work I got would be to a higher standard, but here’s some stuff for a vague impression, that’ll get replaced when I have stuff to the appropriate standard.
ROUGH price list
A5 B&W: £10
Examples here are rough sketches, commissions would be to a higher standard and full body (unless requested otherwise) Additional figures £5 each.
A5: digital colour £15
£10 per extra figure
A5 watercolour: £20
First image is closest to the level of technique, although price listed is for one full body commission. Additional figures are £10 each.
A6 gouache painting; £20
Price is for level of content shown in above paintings. Size can go up to A5 for £40.
So yeah, get in touch. Exact prices will vary depending on what you ask me for, but these should give you a rough idea of what bang you’re getting for your buck. Contact me at g.johnson.rsn@gmail.com with the details of what you want and we can take it from there. All prices include postage of the originals, digitally coloured commissions will include the original and a colour print the same size.
Words cannot express how helpful it’d be if people spread the word about this. Reblogs, tweets, facebook, whatever.
Now, wouldn’t something like this make a good christmas present? Just get in touch. Also there’s comics for sale as ever (although I need to mark Town Mouse as sold out!) and an awful lot of things on here are available as a digital print (or the litho prints as you know, litho prints) so feel free to ask about them!
So one of my current uni projects is to illustrate two scenes from a book as double page spreads (Second one coming soon, when it’s done…). The book I picked is The New York Trilogy by Paul Auster. This is the scene from City of Glass where Quinn meets the younger Peter Stillman who monologues in an insane, vaguely dadaist manner for a whole chapter. I wanted to play on that insanity with the text. I also wanted to try and express the way that even if the books are very focused, New York is an ever present character, hence the window. I put it together differently from normal, but I think it maybe works okay? What do you guys think?
Oh yeah, click for big
Exhibition Unknown private views
I guess this is my way of saying ‘Hey we actually did pretty okay!’ but with photos. But also saying it there. Anyway, room full of people, looking at our art. Does give you the warm and fuzzies.
As ever, click any photo to see it bigger.
The artists behind Exhibition Unknown with their work
In order of appearance with contact details:
Graham Johnson (I.e. myself) - g.johnson.rsn@gmail.com
Mish Scott - hamishscott92@gmail.com
Madeleine Rose-Morris - madz100@hotmail.com
Jacob Merrick-Wolf - j.merrick.wolf@gmail.com
Richard Bruten - bruten505@hotmail.co.uk
Kallan Archer - archer_wk@hotmail.co.uk
Yes, I am vain enough to put myself first in the biggest photo. It’s my blog, okay? As ever, click any photo to view it larger.
Some photos of the private views will go up tomorrow or Monday.
So some of us second years at UWE thought it was about time we put our work out there. We’ve booked the gallery space in the lovely ShOp on Christmas Steps, Bristol, and at the end of the month we’re going to blow your minds with some top notch illustration and art based on the word ‘Unknown’ (or at least that’s the plan)
The private view will be from 7pm til 9pm on monday the 22nd of October, and we’ll provide some free wine and beer for all those who come along (as long as it lasts!)
If you can’t make it then,it’ll be open from tuesday the 23rd til saturday the 27th from 11am til 6pm.
It’s going to feature the work of:
Kallan Archer
Richard Bruten
Graham Johnson
Jacob Merrick Wolf
Madeleine Rose Morris
Mish Scott
Hope to see you there, and bring anyone and everyone!Facebook event Here
Reblogging because I kind of posted this at the weekend, and also because we’re now having a second private view to see it off on the Friday night! Also 7-9 pm, Also with wine and beer (The amount we can provide a second time depends on how many people buy our stuff, if at all)
I really hope to see you there, and even if you can’t make it yourself, I would appreciate it so much if you told people you know in Bristol and the surrounding areas about it.
I promise there will be good work, while I don’t want to blow my own trumpet I’m very proud of the piece I’ve produced for it and the other artists involved are top notch. We’re all really looking forward to this and a good turnout would mean the world to us, so reblogs and general word spreading will be rewarded with love, and if you’re there on the night bonus free beer/wine and hugs.
And the last one was based on Cheerleader by St Vincent. I’m aiming to open commissions soon, so these should give an idea of my more painterly stuff, but there’s always my watercolour stuff and the line drawings, and even digital work. Expect a post about that sooner rather than later (hopefully)
I’ve had good times
With some bad guys
I’ve told whole lies
With a half smile
Held your bare bones
With my clothes on
I’ve thrown rocks
That hit both my arms
I don’t know what good it serves
Pouring my purse in the dirt
But I-I-I-I-I don’t wanna be your cheerleader no more
But I-I-I-I-I don’t wanna be your cheerleader no more
I’ve played dumb
When I knew better
Tried so hard
Just to be clever
I know honest thieves
I call family
I’ve seen America
With no clothes on
But I-I-I-I-I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more
But I-I-I-I-I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more
I don’t know what I deserve
But for you I could work
Cause I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more
I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more
I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more
I don’t wanna be a dirt eater no more
I don’t wanna be a dirt eater no more
I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more
Next one in that commission series, Allo Darlin’s Let’s Go Swimming
In the middle of the summer on the west coast of Sweden
We had sandwiches in our bags waiting to be eaten
On those fallen trees sun was drifting through the leaves
And you had led me to the biggest lake that I’d ever seen, and
All of the punks in Camden could never shout about it, and
All of the hipsters in Shoreditch could never style it, and
All of the bankers in Moorgate could never buy it for you
This is simple, and it’s true
So let’s go swimming this afternoon
The water here is so clear I can see all the way to the bottom
And it’s so strange — in winter, all this will be frozen solid
I tell you it feels new to go swimming somewhere nothing can eat you, and
All of the punks in Camden could never shout about it, and
All of the hipsters in Shoreditch could never style it, and
All of the bankers in Moorgate could never buy it for you
This is simple, and it’s true
So let’s go swimming this afternoon
And down by the ocean I learned to give in
As we fall through the waves I know that this is it
The start of May on the central coast of Queensland
In a little cove where pandanus lines the sand
The water’s so salty, if we stay in too long we’ll get thirsty
But there’s beer in the Esky
All of the punks in Camden could never shout about it, and
All of the hipsters in Shoreditch could never style it, and
All of the bankers in Moorgate could never buy it for you
This is simple, and it’s true
So let’s go swimming this afternoon
And another, this one is based on Wolf Pack by The Vaccines
You’ve seen the world
What did it look like?
You took a plane
I’ll take a push bike
Run with the wolves
Calling all the wolf pack
When did you go and when did you get back?
I don’t even know you
You’re just someone new I don’t want to talk to
You’re wild, I don’t find you crazy at all
You’re on the rocks
Would you like to get some?
I’m kind of straight
Where do you come from?
I’m always right but what’s your perception?
I’m kind of shy
Oh, didn’t he mention?
I don’t even know you
You’re just someone new I don’t want to talk to
You’re wild, I don’t find you crazy at all
I don’t even know you
You’re just someone new I don’t want to talk to
You’re wild, I don’t find you crazy at all
I don’t even know you
You’re just someone new I don’t want to talk to
You’re wild, I don’t find you crazy at all
