All Work

Makes Kristyna a dull... boy.

The past few weeks I have somehow amputated my weekends and social life in exchange for a no-days-off lifestyle.
My coffee making, popcorn serving and story boarding careers have soared - But my sketchbook and pens were undoubtedly neglected and I felt like my brain's creative lobe may have withered off and died.

This comic makes up for it in some small way.
Also an explanation to my few friends as to why I've been M.I.A in the adult wilderness.

A Duck By Any Other Name

...Would smell as sweet?


More language-based comicking.

Shouting "Duck!" at a Scrooge, Donald or Duckula would quite adequately warn them of any incoming bombardment...
But what of our international Mallards?
The German, Ukrainian and Spaniard know nothing of a warning and are simply heckled with the name of their species.

Any excuse to draw a severed comb-over.

One, Two, Three, Four

Four more panels, another page in the sketchbook.

I have a habit of counting magpies and the sunshine seems to be replicating them at great speed...

As the old rhyme goes:
"One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy"

(see above for Ukrainian translation)

What happens when you see twenty eight of the blighters, though?
Fourteen joys?
Seven boys?

How You Move Me

Moving can make you real sad

...depends where you end up though

Menschliche Fliege

Chance seems to govern the way life swings.
As fickle as it can be, it is also a fortuitous and flukey friend from time to time.

It is by chance that I happened upon the most wonderful request of designing a poster for HUMANFLY and Citadel.

Here is the beast:



I also happened upon a print haven in Leeds as a result of yet more chancing about.
So get yourself down to The Packhorse (Woodhouse Lane) on Friday 10th June to see some excellent noise being made and purchase a limited edition, four-colour screenprint of this monstrous creature.
He would be honoured to reign over your bedroom wall.