I thought this idea must exist somewhere, but I couldn’t find it.
The thought of children not feeling safe at school is horrific; the thought of all those grown-ups on the Republican side of the house, trying to find reasons not to do anything; the main one being something to do with not being able to get their hands on the money that the National Rifle Association will give them if they play along with the ludicrous mind-bending logic of the freedom to bear arms as was handed down by God to Moses, or was it Charlton Heston?
A sixteen year old is telling it like it is. She has to spell it out. Admittedly that’s about climate change, but that again will imperil the big money going where it should, straight into the pockets of the calcified uber-rich.
I originally suggested an astronaut for the cover image, with the festival in its sunny downland, being reflected in the visor. I thought they might have overlooked this bit of history, but they hadn’t, it’s just not where they wanted to go.
I made an image all the same, which they like, and I think it’s found a place on the volunteers’ tee-shirts.
Spring was in the air. Or it was supposed to be.
A fun-packed job for Adobe Illustrator. I used the shape of the ‘r’ letterform to create a negative spaced shape that suggested an open catalogue. Very meta as we say or maybe not.
They should be as good as they can be; created with a bit of style. But they’re often as bad as you can imagine; clip art being the accessible, modern version of sign writing. So if you’re a plumber here’s a horrible drawing of a tap. The best logos just give you the name and a memorable twist which might or might not dawn on you till later. Any FedEx driver will be aware that they’re driving a van with a cool logo on the side.
The Barnes Wallis chalk loops are diagrammatic as well as making two letters out of one.
The Pepper Army. The Chalke Valley History Festival 2017
The Sergeant Pepper homage was for the 2017 event. Celebrating 50 years of a landmark album. It seemed a good time to stop all the colour montages after that. There was nowhere to go. Records are like life as the obscure genius Andy Pratt once said . Everything was researched, from George’s Gibson SG to the headphones on the grass.
After the colour-soaked montages of previous years, I was allowed to change course, which meant I could put words on the picture, making the events and other details more informal part of the picture. They also made nice t-shirts.
Gi Blues, Greens and Oranges. A popular image that went on the volunteers’ t-shirts. A montage of a picture I took in Efesus in 2007 with a solitary GI. All but obliterated by the scrawl of the various speakers that year.
Six o’clock shadow. There were so many talks to illustrate and I tried to give them their own alternative book covers. Especially Max Hastings’ talk on the wreckage of Berlin in 1945, All Hell Let Loose. The Peninsula War by Peter Caddick-Adams inspired a striking image:
My friend Stuart Moxham broke big with his minimalist band Young Marble Giants in 1980. He’s by nature almost brutally modest, but is one of the world’s most naturally gifted composers. This is a collection of songs he made as demos but they’re all lovely.
Legends & Tales Of Dolphins & Whales is a musical project put together and co-composed by Napier Marten. It’s part of a long term plan of his to create awareness for our cetaceous planetmates who need a lot more of the public sympathy they’ve had so far. Max Middleton is musical director. Any true fan of Jeff Beck will know his name from the epochal early 70s Blow By Blow and Wired albums.
For Hugo Stuart. He had a vineyard and this was to advertise to Chinese buyers. It was the year of the serpent I think. I hope it was.
Not the year of the Snakebite which is a cocktail of a decidedly more simple and robust texture, combining lager and cider in equal measure with the optional luxury of blackcurrant cordial. Which is a Snakebite Black, or a Diesel. Oh, anyway…
I was scanning bits of wild pen and ink drawings hoping I could emulate some of the early loveliness that the Chinese caught in their calligraphy.