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BJJ Flyers

BJJ Flyers

I designed two flyers for BJJ clubs I train at. I used GIMP. They are both basic but I like how they turned out. Let me know your thoughts.


SOAS weds flyer

bjj beginner1

#BJJ #Design #GIMP

The Red Notebook 1

The Red Notebook 1

Finished all the stories in the Purple Notebook. The rest of the all contained notes (actual notes!) from seminars and quotations from books. The next book is the Red Notebook. Onto the first story.

“Why do they stare?” Reza wondered pulling his overcoat tighter as if this would in some way shield him from what he perceived to be the hostile eyes of the strange people in the street. He did not want anything of this city anymore. He wanted to switch off his brain and only have it turned back on again when he had left the city limits.

At first the confused mix of old, almost ancient, buildings made of stone and skyscrapers made from glass and steel excited Reza. He was stunned. That is what this city did. It hit you over the head and concussed you. It altered your brainwaves and stopped you from thinking straight.

Reza hated it now. He hated it so much. He spent a little bit of every day thinking how much he would enjoy seeing in burned to the ground or shelled out of existence. So He walked trying to keep his eyes down on the grimy streets. He felt as filthy as the pavement he walked on. Every step he took out of the city  he felt cleansed him. He journey out of the city was a walking ablution.

He had planned a wonderful life for himself outside the city limits. A life he could live. All he needed was to get out. Caught in this daydream state he almost stepped out infront of a bus. The vehicle screeched past him.

Stop Motion animation

Stop Motion animation

Was looking at some old files on my PC. I came across these old animations I did using my 3DS. Might have to experiement with again.

Marvel Thor 3ds stop motion

Marvel Thor 3ds stop motion 2

drawing stop motion

Rabbit stop motion

Thundercat Lion-o 3ds stop motion

The Purple Notebook 2

The Purple Notebook 2

Another unfinished story from the Purple Notebook. Not sure if this was Utter! inspired or not.

Harry never expected his April’s Fool joke to get out of hand. The paint was supposed to wash off. Trevor had promised him that all it would take was a quick rinse under water. But the bloody was permanent. When Harry confronted Trevor about this, all Trevor said was “April’s Fools” .

Oh the plan was so simple. A friendly prank on his brother-in-law Todd. A small paint bomb to the face. Ha ha, Everybody would laugh. It wasn’t meant to be this way. It was just meant to be a hilarious prank on the President of the United States of America. Now here  Harry stood, in the oval office with Todd whose face was dyed a shade of radioactive yellow with stone faced spin doctors, senators, and the Chief of Staff. Harry thought he was beginning to get heart palpitations.

Todd was was meant to be meeting with Kim Jun Un tomorrow. “How was I supposed to know?” thought Harry. Apparently if Todd didn’y attend it would be disastrous for world peace. Todd had yet to say an angry word Harry.
‘Todd, mate, I’m sorry’

The President rounded on Harry and screamed “You always have to take things too far!”

Another story from the same session I think

The old girl was holding up well in her old age. I taken so many voyages inside her. Scurrying down inside her corridors to see what I could see. All the relics and artifacts that had been salvaged and stored away in her bowels. I tipped my hat to the guard as if asking for permission to come aboard.

The 3rd Story.

The thing that worried Chuck was that he no longer got that queasy feeling feeling in his stomach when he beat people up. Looking down at the convulsing body of the latest poor soul that did not pay their debt, Chuck felt just a little sad.

Standing in a pool of blood and piss he saw his reflection in the dark liquid and he wasn’t sure he recognised his own face. Taking one last look at his handiwork he sighed and then whispered to himself “How did I end up doing this?”.

Terri looked down at her keyboard feeling a mixture of tiredness and resentment. Hours at the bank were only going to get longer.

Some interesting ideas here. I think the President story might be worth re-visiting. The 3rd story could be a scene for Gorky & Izz

The Purple Notebook 1

The Purple Notebook 1

I think this is a story written as part of a writing exercise for Utter! Utter! was a a spoken word and creative writing group that has since disbanded. The writing classes were based in Wood Green library. This is from 2011 (26/03/11). The prompts were: Shower, Kite, Caterpillar, Renew, Clean, Rain, Lamb.

Sandro hid in the long grass among the daffodils and other spring flowers. A caterpillar inched it’s way across his nose but he stayed perfectly still. He had already lost a kill due to a kite soaring in the sky above spooking a rabbit he was stalking.

The lamb was within striking distances.

I think this was from the same session. No idea what the prompts were.

The whirring discordant hymns of local authority lawn mowers and edge trimmers, further away the screams and squeals of children chasing each other as their parents look on. The thumping bass of car radio violently pouring out music as it drives by.

A brief quiet, seemingly silent, before you hear the grasshoppers chittering again, before you hear the buzzing bees wandering too close to you.

Again from the same session.

Mother was smiling manically. Entirely attired in pink, she was spring cleaning and was spraying everything with disinfectant. I annoyed her, she loved me, but I annoyed her. Her fussy pride about the cleanliness of the house was at odds with my more laid back approach to tidiness.

Atomised disinfectant hung in the air, a thin mist of following Mother as she sprayed and scrubbed and wiped away any invisible dirt. She had given up on asking me ( or more precisely telling me) to help. Whatever I cleaned did not meet her stringent standards. She would end up redoing what ever I had done.

We were all in the kitchen. Me, mother and my boyfriend Derrin. Derrin fancies mother and was doing a rather bad job of hiding it. He was glaring at her breasts and bum.

I decided to make Derrin a sandwich. Knowing he was a messy eater. Knowing he would drop breadcrumbs and other debris onto the newly cleaned kitchen counter and floor.

Mother smiled politely as Derrin ate but her eyes screamed the words “I just cleaned that 10 mins ago!”