Fortress Whitstable

Whitstable, take heed: What happens when we leave our stuff unmanned.

Hello Jesus.

...better than that one Easter at least....

Yuletide greetings!

Piñata party.

Aloft.

Aloft!

Ceratopsian enginuity

The Shock of the New

Given 100 million years of overlapping history, this must have happened more than once...

Cyborg Legion

Deary me, it's been too long.... and certainly too long since I drew some robots.

Will endeavour to scan more of my recent stuff...

Fantasy landscapes

Olympics future

Olympics present.

The heroic modern Olympian!

Team GB: Innovation

"Multi-discipline training solutions."

Team GB: Fearlessnessness

We're almost out of virtues.

Team GB: tenacity

Team GB for the high jump.

Graceful

There's no stopping us now.

Except maybe with a shovel to the back of the head.

Team GB: Acceptance

 Who hasn't been dragged, white-knuckled and weeping off their sofas, into the street and then bundled into a van, bound up by the massive excitement of the 2012 Olympic games?
With that looming joy only slightly brutalised by the even loomier expense, I have created a series of commemorative images which I am hoping to license across a range of t-shirts, posters and surgical support equipment.

I am anticipating a similar level of competitiveness for these from the public as might a pack of dogs over a discarded gout bandage. If only from legal teams.

Ice Cream

Guards....

There must be long periods in between adventurers attempting to raid your dungeon. Those guards have still got to find something to do.

What?

Hey Bear.