Sunday, 28 December 2008

Illustration Friday: Clandestine

The secret mission begins here...

Friday, 26 December 2008

How to be bored

Self initiated Guardian newspaper image.

Writer: Guy Browning.

Friday, 19 December 2008

Illustration Friday: Voices

The great talking machine.

Friday, 12 December 2008

Sunday, 7 December 2008

How To Pry: Self initiated Guardian image

An article by Guy Browning.
'Snooping on neighbours is hard not to do when you live close to them and hear their every movement...'

Friday, 5 December 2008

Illustration Friday: Similar

Another non-place car park similar to the other non-place car park...over and over.

Sunday, 30 November 2008

Article image for Dec

These 3 kings were domesticated over 3000 years ago.

Friday, 28 November 2008

Illustration Friday: Balloon

Waiting to fly...

Illustration Friday: Opinion

Well, it seeems to be a sign of the times.

Friday, 14 November 2008

Friday, 7 November 2008

Illustration Friday: Wise

A wise choice for a Friday night?

Friday, 31 October 2008

Illustration Friday: Vacant

Another vacant building at the seaside resort.

Friday, 24 October 2008

Sunday, 19 October 2008


The angel waited for the city dwellers to spill out onto the streets -watching from his post that stretched to the edge of the planets atmosphere.

The camera turned to a petrol station somewhere in the UK

'...erm bugger, I've forgotten my number...wait, yeah, number 5 mate...'

'What number is that? Enquired the attendant with increasing impatience.

'I said number 8...'

Enter your card then...'

Jamie duly placed his plastic into the slot.

'Enter your number numskull...'

'What did ya say pal?'

'...just enter your number mate...'

Jamie shook his head...I must be hearing those voices again.


'Hey come on, I put £20 quid've got it wrong...'

'How often do you think eh kid? This is the furthest point you've ever gotten to in your life and here you are quibbling over a couple of squid'.

'Cut the crap man...alls am sayin' is... I just put in £20 worth...'

'If you don't pay up, I'll have the security over here faster than you can say...'

Jamie snatched his card out of the machine, barging past the other people in the que and out the door.

His eyes scanned the desolate forecourt, resting upon a long thin wooden pole jetting out streams of luminous bubbles into the hazy Sunday evening sky.

Friday, 17 October 2008

Illusive friday

She waited and waited for the 20.45 with her carriers flapping in the breeze.
The next train arriving at platform 2 will be the 23.48 service to nowhere in particular. Calling at .... and... and... and...

Wednesday, 15 October 2008

Tring Tring

It all started with a phone call just after midnight. The flames from the oil refinery glowed bright as the white van moved up the mountain. The driver noticed a microphone in the heather and decided that it was time to get the old ball rolling....

Tuesday, 14 October 2008


To dream of these usually signifies something or other.

Sunday, 12 October 2008

Junk Food

He sat in the corner of the restaurant and devoured the burger with glee. It had been 25 years to the day since he last sat in there. 3 teenagers entered through the door.
'Hey, check out that loser over there...'
'That guy, the one with the green shirt'.
They seemed so young to Charles as they talked about nothing in particular.
Charles walked calmly over to the group, pulling the torn newspaper clipping from his pocket...

Saturday, 11 October 2008

Meal for deux

Chomp and chew and etcetera. He drank the whisky and she walked on by. He could see the chemicals billowing from the deathly industrial estate of his imagination. Mrs Pugh scowled across the table as Mr Pugh nervously tucked into the eternal cold, grey cottage pie.

Friday, 10 October 2008

Illo friday: String part 2

and then there are the enigmatic pylons.

Illustration Friday Strings

Perhaps a spot of string theory?

Thursday, 9 October 2008

Horsie horsy

Just keep on...clipperty clop.

Wednesday, 8 October 2008

Water Hydrant

water water everywhere...

Tuesday, 7 October 2008

The graveyard Shift

Why hey there little guy, thanks for the reminder!

Monday, 6 October 2008

Ready eggy go!

The fall of man or the rise of Spam, that is the questiowne.

Sunday, 5 October 2008

Credit Munch

Banks beware of the unknown enemy marching down the hill...

Saturday, 4 October 2008


Lord Cut Glass waited for the last dark day, barricaded beneath his mountain of time.

Friday, 3 October 2008

Thursday, 2 October 2008


He walked into the room and thought for a sweet moment.

Wednesday, 1 October 2008

Tick toque

Time passes...

Monday, 29 September 2008

Armageddon Hill

The unknown enemy finally made that inevitable descent.

Friday, 26 September 2008

Tuesday, 23 September 2008

Stop! You there...

This image is responding to a Guardian newspaper article about the EU making it easier for big countries to fish in the waters of The Senegal though dodgy trade deals. I think Peter Mandleson was also mentioned...

Friday, 19 September 2008

Friday, 12 September 2008

Illustration Friday: Island

Oh Island so striong and so fair...

Friday, 5 September 2008

Illustration Friday: Clutter

He stared at the washing basket and thought about everything but the laundry...

Wednesday, 3 September 2008

Mrs Pugh: Under Milk Wood

She's not too fond of that hubby...

Mr Pugh

The sickly Mr Pugh conspires against Mrs Pugh in Under Milk Wood.

Monday, 1 September 2008

Marc Renshaw: The Studio is open.

I'm taking part in Open studios for my 4th year as an artist at The Ropewalk. Here is the blurb...

'Insight is an open studio event celebrating the artistic talents of North and North East Lincolnshire....'

My studio will be open on Saturday September 20, Sunday September 21, Saturday September 27 and Sunday 28. All studios will be open 10.30-5pm on each of the days. You can find out more about the event by visiting
Let the battles of the rural local artists commence...
You can also visit my portfolio:

Friday, 29 August 2008

Illustration Friday: Memories

Lost in his memories at Stockport train station in the great north of England. Lost in my memories of the time I saw a man lost in his memories...on a platform somewhere near Manchester....and so it goes and so it went....

Wednesday, 27 August 2008

Under milk wood girl

He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me! - the dirty old fool.

Lazy she lies alone in clover and sweet-grass, seventeen and never been sweet in the grass, ho ho.

aye aye cappin'

Mr captain cat the blind sailor in Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas.

'Come back come back,

up the silences and echoes of the passages of the eternal night.'

Friday, 22 August 2008

Illustration Friday: Routine

...and they'd meet up on a regular basis and would talk about this and that and that and this.

Monday, 18 August 2008

Big Ship...small pond

There are a lot of them about...

Sunday, 17 August 2008

Washing line time

Waiting for the sun to shine over Grand Britannia...

Friday, 15 August 2008

Illustration Friday: Detach

Is there anything to detach from?

Friday, 8 August 2008

Illustration Friday: Sail

It's never quite plain sailing...

Friday, 1 August 2008

Illustration Friday: Pooooof!

Some things just don't seem fair...

Friday, 25 July 2008

Illustration friday: Canned

You've gotta kick the can...