As well as forcing a timeline onto the way my career(s) directed me towards a state of mind and conflated drawing styles resulting in this series of narrative editions called Ensixteen, I visualised the shifting paradigms of each to use as part of the string of new images used at the Small Publishers Fair talk I was to give.
Each one shows the subtle arrangements between writer and artist - the written word (and the ideas therein) and the creation of an image stemming from it. In the case of storyboarding the word reaches you via the brain of the director.
'bio auto graphic'
Monday, 11 December 2017
The wonderful Helen Mitchell, of the upcoming (at the time) Small Publishers Fair invited me to join their list of readers/speakers on the second day of the event - an already complex plot thickened.
I began to plan meticulously what I felt appropriate to say and show to relate the story of how I came to be doing this series.
How did I come to be telling my life as a book. . ?
Indeed - in 30 books to date. . ?
Wednesday, 22 November 2017
Ooh, what happened to you, whatever happened to me?
What became of the people we used to be?
Tomorrow's almost over, today went by so fast
"You'll get yer money, Bob."
Tuesday, 21 November 2017
Taking shelter under a rainbow of the eccentric British fantastical became a short, colourful indulgence within the spread of the whole planned volume.
One that also referenced the teetering edge of our politics, ecology and community health situations since the series began in 2004; The ruddy-cheeked Brexiteers, the dull blood stains on a Yorkshire pavement, the bright yellow hair of a nation's favourite blowhard.
Who wouldn't take shelter in the face of these things. . ?
Fortuitously I was able to self-medicate in a bid to cure these lurking toxic uncertainties.
Calling upon avatars of a certain Timelord.
A green satin caped Jon one from 1973, a capering pair of colourful Bakerboys from the 80s and a resolute, saintly Paul from The Wilderness Period.
They saw off the worst of it.