The Demented Scribblings of a Buffoon (By Demi Lardner)

Sometimes, when you feel the impending doom of looming year twelve examinations crushing your very being, you’ll buckle down and get a whole lot of work done. The following are products of all of the times I decided to do the opposite, and create drawings fluctuating considerably in quality, humorousness and sense. I guess I draw cartoons for the same reason anyone does; the uncontrollable fear that if I stop drawing for more than twenty minutes, my blood will turn to clay.

 

Rejected poster design for the Department of Health and Ageing

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Rejected poster design for the Department of Health and Ageing

 

 

A portrait I did for a friend who was dealing with the shock of losing his hands. Through being born as a snail.

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A portrait I did for a friend who was dealing with the shock of losing his hands. Through being born as a snail.

 

Self explanatory.
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Self explanatory.

 

An experimental piece on depression.
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An experimental piece on depression.

 

The ideal pet, which nobody could ever love
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The ideal pet, which nobody could ever love.

 

Awareness campaign for Rhinoceramnesia, a disease which leaves you incapable of remembering to draw noses.
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Awareness campaign for Rhinoceramnesia, a disease which leaves you incapable of remembering to draw noses.

 

An autobiographical piece.
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An autobiographical piece.

 

Yes, the works of Wilfred Owen and Arthur Miller have gone un-analysed in aid of these drawings being produced, but I think we can all agree that the product of that procrastination is utterly tolerable.

 

(By Demi Lardner)

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