JEEVES THE COCKTAIL CAB

The other day was 'first thursday', which is when loads of galleries on Vyner Street in East London are open for private views. Our friend Tim Stevens had an exhibition with his paintings in his studio. We had been talking for ages about doing a pop up cocktail bar, so we entertained to crowds by serving cocktails from our black cab Jeeves parked in the yard.

We themed the cocktails to Tim's paintings, which are all about coast lines and rivers. They were all really good, but the winner was definitely the Thames.

I made a little menu with some illustrations to put up and hand out as flyers.

Jeeves the Cocktail Cab Menu

Tim also made his own beer for the private view, and I drew some labels for the bottles.

The beer label for Tim's home made beer

Some of the tasty homemade beers

Here we are serving our cocktails from Jeeves the Black Cab, or Jeeves the Cocktail Cab as he was for the evening. We found some great navy army dresses in a great army surplus shop in my hometown of Umeå, Sweden, and thought they would do well for the occasion.

Behind the bar of Jeeves

JAM LABELS

The other day me and Jacqui went for a walk in a rainy Hackney with our friend Tim. He told us about a plum tree near his house that was full of fruit hanging over the fence from a school yard. We couldn't leave it alone when we saw it so we picked up a ladder from Tim's house and got to work. We picked 6 kilos all together just from the small part of the tree that you can reach from the street. If only I could get in to that yard I could start a small jam factory!

We thought it would be such a great idea to make a website that tells you were to find 'free fruit trees' that grow in public spaces. And then I found Fruit City which is doing exactly that! They have an excellent map that you can add your discoveries to and use it to plan your scrumping outings with more precision!

Our plums turned our Sunday into a jam and chutney making frenzy and I made some labels for the jars. The jam and chutney turned out pretty tasty and this is the result.

I love free fruit

Pick your own! There is nothing better!

We Take it, We Make it

Why go to Tesco when there is a fruit tree right next to it?

Handpicked in Hackney, the only way forward

They started out as plain little jars, and look at them now..!

A sweet collection

MY OLD DESK

I spent most of my time in school drawing doodles and little people on pretty much everything that happened to be in front of me. My math books were full of drawings and not much math. And they kept creeping up over my desk as well. I tend to try and restrain myself these days from drawing on furniture, but I found this slightly blurred photo of my desk from my previous house, which I obviously could not keep my self from doodling on. I just like how it becomes part of the surface and the randomness of the drawings. They might not be great illustrations but they are little comments on that moment in time. I particularly like the woman with the skirt that has an airplane printed on it. There are little parachuters jumping from the airplane-skirt.

You can't really read the writing but one of the little creatures says; 'It all went a bit wrong. Time for bed Children' which sums up the whole drawing really.

Desk Squiggles

WINDOW

There is Autumn in the air. Just a faint smell of clear and crisp days to come.

The Window

GAS MASKS

These are drawings I made whilst studying for a short period in Amsterdam. They were studies for a performance me and my friend and performance artist Kajsa created under the name KOMAAMOK. (I used the same name for my old blog.) The final performace turned out more like a Mad Max hallucination.

 I found that I had scribbled some text on the page, so that is accompanying the illustrations here.

There is no problem because there is no solution*
(*reversed Duchamp)

I had never seen a fish so beautiful,
before I went so deep,
I thought,
I would never breath again

Repetition is the Pattern of Humanity

O_2 + CO₂

I Think I am Losing My Language

MY LITTLE PONY

As we are on the subject of colour illustrations, here is another one. It was a birthday present to my then housemate Alice, who used to have long pink hair and looks like a little fairy-doll. She also collects replica miniature tanks. She is a really talented musician and also a great model for costumes. The drawing was too big for my scanner so this is photo of a section of the image.

The World Will be Safe Again

COLOURING IN AND PHOTOSHOPPING

I mainly work in black and white, but sometimes I get carried away and try to tackle some colour. These images are the result of some colour madness and one of my first attempts of using photoshop. I don't really use it for fancy editing, its more like a a virtual scissors and glue kit in my incapable hands.

This is a little illustration of how I used to tackle the concept of flirting. Its all about getting the right level of fear in your eyes and a firm grip on whatever stable surface is near.

Can't Flirt to Save my Life

This is me and my accordion. My friends gave me it to me not realising the damage such an instrument can do. Its worth mentioning they were not my housemates. Or they might have thought twice about it.

Is it just me, or does accordion music drive people crazy?

An illustration that started life as a small logo for a food business and then grew an extra head.

Twice the Service

I love my plants. The are good friends. I give them water and a bit of attention and they give me ...bugs?

You said that you would grow!                                     You said that you would water me!

DEATH IN HER EYES

This is a drawing from one of the first anti-war marches in 2002 before the war with Iraq started. This girl was standing behind a fence at the end of the demonstration shouting over and over. She was having her own demonstration. Her voice was hoarse from hours of shouting and her lips a crackled grey white shade. Her eyes were darting around all the people in the march. It was as if she would die the moment she stopped shouting. I had been walking for hours in the anti-war march but suddenly it seemed so small compared to the private demonstration of this little girl with desperate eyes.

Death is Not Just a Word

WILDLIFE OF WIMBLEDON

This is a drawing I made when I first moved to England nine years ago. I went to Wimbledon School of Art, and spent a lot of time strolling around the streets around Wimbledon Chase looking at foxes leaving bloody trails of chewed fur or the sidewalks and hedgehogs getting their snouts stuck in mcflurry cans as they were trying to get the last lick of ice-cream.

Wildlife of Wimbledon