Archive for the '2 (Rubbish)' Category

Shrimp business card

Wednesday, December 6th, 2006

I've designed shrimp rocket a business card. Owwwww:

David Squires did the cartoon, I er typed in the webaddresses! Ow I am so hartd working get me!! This was only one of the three, count them three choices I had so it really did take me a while.

Ow, a little news on the work […]

second day of the second

Sunday, November 20th, 2005

The second day of the second month of 2000.. Positioned on the harsh dreary, uninviting plateform of Euston Station, sharing a smoke with a friend, who I hadn’t seen in years. This Sunday night is full of rejected drunks and bums, and this time, we are not the most intoxicated; we do not smell […]

Impressed on your face

Wednesday, September 28th, 2005

Beholding the aging dear mystified me. I stared openly at the tender aging winkles of her chin and the way her body hunched,. Wrinkles on her face deepen. I resist the tempation to try and smooth then away . Then she starts to grin that amplifies her laughter lines in the area of her […]

Startling old lady

Monday, September 26th, 2005

Observing the old ladie startles me. I personally gawped honestly at the kind ageing crinkles on her face an da the clumps of missign hair,. The creases on her brow get deeper. I resist the desire to try and flaten them out . Then she begins to grin that accentuates the laugh lines about […]

Stunned lady

Tuesday, September 13th, 2005

Watching the ancient lady stunned me. I gazed plainely at the soft maturing lines around her month and at her hair,. The folds on her forehead expand. I want to smooth them out . Then I see a smile that higlights some beatiful laugh lines in the area of her cheeks. The adventure of […]

dont even stare

Monday, September 12th, 2005

Positioned on the cold lonely, harsh plateform of Kings Cross station, sharing a fag woefulth her friend. This Sunday early morning is a commune for the drunken rejects of the world, and for once, we are not quite the worst off; nor do we smell the worse. Nervous, distrubed foreigns don’t even stare —a few […]