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
A portrait I did for a friend who was dealing with the shock of losing his hands. Through being born as a snail.
An experimental piece on depression.
The ideal pet, which nobody could ever love.
Awareness campaign for Rhinoceramnesia, a disease which leaves you incapable of remembering to draw noses.
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)