it leaps from perch to perch...Friday, 29 February 2008
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Exhibition 20:21 Visual Arts Centre Scunthorpe uk: Storybored

Marc Renshaw is showcasing his 'Storybored series' - an eclectic range of drawings framed in groups, in a solo exhibition at 20:21 Visual Arts Centre in Scunthorpe, UK.
Marc's work combines real and imagined situations rendered with his unique style of computer manipulated drawing and sketchbook work.
Marc said, 'I recognise that much of my work is concerned with disclosure and find the art gallery to be a great platform in which I can invite the viewer to engage with my visual diary. I'm always on the look out for inspiration for the creation of my next image and seldom plan ahead, instead drawing what is in my immediate vicinity as I carry a sketchbook around most of the time.'
The exhibition runs from now until the 5th of April 2008 at 20:21 Visual Arts Centre, St Johns Church, Church Square, Scunthorpe. UK. tel 44 01724 297080.
You can view more of Marc's work on The Association Of Illustrators website:
Friday, 1 February 2008
Blanky: Illustration Fly High Day
Tuesday, 29 January 2008
saving grace
Friday, 25 January 2008

They had always been friends for as long as they could remember. Marcel gazed into her eyes and saw only blankness, perhaps brief flickers of distant recognition. Their minds had grown old together as they reached out for words...but they had forgotten how to use language. Things seemed fractured now as the train entered Kings Cross station. EXISTENCE was broken at Euston and then to Piccadilly and a taste of metal lingering in the air. Next, a change at Paddington and then onto a suburb and then California and then nowhere. Then a cat walked down the road and told the butcher that his time will come, and d'ya know summit? He was the same as all the other butchers, and the ones after that one.
Wednesday, 23 January 2008

'hmmm...things ain't what they used to be you know. In my day there used to be real sand! I mean, I don't know why the went digital. You see, things really were different back in the day.
Right, you see that little figure over there? Not me mind, I'm the one wearing the pink jumper. Nope I mean that small dot on the horizon? It is supposed to represent a person! Honest, that ain't no word of a lie! Well that is my mother. I've never come face to face with her, she just seems to stand there staring at me. I wish that I could make out her face, if only for a brief moment, that would be really lovely,
Anyway, I'm going to exist here for a while until I get deleted...might even try a spot of pixel bathing...'
Friday, 18 January 2008
Saturday, 12 January 2008
A walk

Mr no one was walking around his village. The rain was beating down and he stopped under a tree. He looked at the shadow that it cast on the ground and saw the map of his future. He looked closely at the shadow and said 'are you an object?' The rain continued to beat down. It didn't get faster for the emphasis of this tale.
Mr no one was in the future now. She lifted its head and moved through to the next part of the story. I'm about more than a one person. You are plural and I am's rural. He got out of the wagon and cried 'those goddamn ponies are really beginning scare the living hell out of me man!'
Friday, 11 January 2008
Stitchburgh: Illustration Pieday
Friday, 4 January 2008
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