Characters for a Monsters Book

I drew these sometime in 2009 I believe, as a pitch to illustrate a children's book of monsters. It was such an exciting opportunity, unfortunately, I didn't get it, but I still really am quite drawn to these two. I found them today in one of my archives and am thinking that I ought to rethink doing a children's book.

Little Boys grow quick like mushrooms

My little boy is almost three. I can't quite believe it.

Made an invite today for his big boy day!

Love, mama.

The KPM cds have arrived!

The lovely folks at KPM Music, who are a branch of the EMI, asked me to create this playful cover illustration for their current Indie Music Compilation, other known as: The Sunshine Playlist.
The cd is to be circulated within the media industries, and is unfortunately not available for general release.

First time pitch

long term plan

risk assessment

team problem solving

As I was still studying at college, a job offer came through, where I was asked to pitch for a corporate visual artist position. (I didnt get the job, but ended up with these humorous drawings)
I'm still quite happy with them and think that imagery of this kind should definitely penetrate the high brow suit district.

Mr Podlesniy

When I was young, a lot of my time was spent in the outdoors of Russia's country houses known as the dachas.
The home grown vegetable patches with some 40 plus types of tomatoes was forte of Mr Podlesniy. I remember him as his house had burned down one year, and yet he managed to carry on.
Somehow when I found this drawing by accident it brought me right back to the time I was a little girl, to the place called Chepelovo, near Chekhov, named after the great Russian writer and playwright Anton Chekhov.

Lascivious "Love Deck"

Finally!
The beautiful 'Love' deck from Laviscious with my 7 of Hearts on it.

Wise old man, why don't you tell me please... how not to cry my tears.

I took a snapshot of this old man as I was walking one morning, maybe afternoon on one of Yalta's sea fronts... it was sometime back in 2001. We were there by chance, a big group gathered together to spend no other than the New Years, in Russia's most famous summer resort. Those memories are imprinted within my mind. It was a great time, full of freedom and an air of possibility around us. That same year, that same month, I was saying good bye to my mum and my sister as they were moving to the far shores of the United States. Somehow this man, this lonely old man captured the melody which cried within me at the time. I didn't say hello. I should have.

The trainers came later. Much later. In fact, to some degree, they have made him into a mockery, but to be honest, it could have been him, in an old pair of trainers. Borrowed from his grandson, or maybe found in some neighbouring alley. There are so many hidden paths in Yalta.
So much poverty, yet lots of laughter.