Saturday, 28 May 2011


This is some of my recent work that went towards my project about awkward situations. Enjoy.

Thursday, 26 May 2011

Some illustrations i did of my family starting from my sister at the bottom, then mum then dad.

Monday, 16 May 2011


This is my (almost) final piece for my current uni project. It needs a little tweaking here and there, but, TA-DAH!

Tower and Device

Ferbin and Holse approach the D'Neng-Oal Tower on caudeback.

The Machine

The final images for my third year final project, intended to book-end the main story of Matter by Iain M. Banks.

Wish me luck, I'll be handing this in tomorrow.

With thanks to Ellie, for being very patient while I waffle on about aliens and composition, and for helping with the strenuous task of tearing paper in two.

and also, of course, Iain M. Banks, for writing such good books with plenty of imaginative visual material in the first place.

Saturday, 14 May 2011

Holse's Notebook


(Tensile Aeronathaur) an Airworlder; giant airships (smaller than dirigible behemothaurs); semi-adapted for high-pressure gaseous/liquid environments and space-capable. Now rare and generally Developmentally/Inherently/Pervasively Senile; see WorldGod, the


Sarl mentors; insectile MLI


upstart species that evolved from parasites living under carapaces of Xinthia; mat-like/pelliform (also “Squirmiform”, term of abuse); LLI


Nariscene mentors; spiniform waterworlers, HLI

From the "Culture" final major project, for the appendix of Matter by Iain M. Banks.

Work not affiliated to Banks or his publisher.

Marain script with attribution to Daniel Solis

Friday, 13 May 2011



claim descent Involucra; control (most) travel within Towers of Sursamen and many other Shellworlds; octal Waterworlders; LLI

For my final project at uni. For the appendix of my fictional ‘Illustrated Edition’ of Matter, by Iain M. Banks. Here's some shite cameraphone pictures, taken today just after the books were finally printed and completed!

Not affiliated to Banks or his publisher.

Thursday, 12 May 2011

Tsungarial Disk

"Three hundred million space factories of half a million tonnes or more each sounded like a lot, but, spread out around an entire gas giant from within a few hundred kilometres of Razhir’s cloud tops to over half a million kilometres distant from the planet, in a band forty thousand kilometres thick, it was amazing how empty the space around the planet could seem."

- Surface Detail, Iain M. Banks

The final back-cover image for the speculative book cover project, illustrating for the jackets of all of the main Culture novels.

Not affiliated to Iain Banks, or his publisher, Orbit.

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

The Werewolf.

Planet of the Dead

'. . . A sky like chipped ice, a wind to cut you to the body core. Too cold for snow, for most of the journey, but once for eleven days and nights it came, a blizzard over the field of ice we walked on, howling like an animal, with a bite like steel. The crystals of ice flowed like a single torrent over the hard and frozen land. You could not look into it or breath; even trying to stand was near impossible. We made a hole, shallow and cold, and lay in it until the skies cleared.'

- Consider Phlebas, Iain M. Banks

Back cover forConsider Phlebas, from the speculative book cover project. Again, not affiliated in any way to Banks or his publisher and purely a speculative university project.

Sunday, 8 May 2011

Indentured Intalgiation

The speculative front cover for Iain M. Banks latest book, Surface Detail.

From the blurb:

"It begins in the realm of the Real, where matter still matters. Lededje Y'breq is one of the Intagliated, her marked body bearing witness to a family shame, her life belonging to a man whose lust for power is without limit. Prepared to risk everything for her freedom, her release, when it comes, is at a price, and to put things right she will need the help of the Culture.

It begins in the realm of the Real. It begins with a murder. And it will not end until the Culture has gone to war with death itself."

Again, this is a speculative university project. This work is not associated to Iain Banks or his publisher.

Thursday, 5 May 2011


The Werewolf By Angela Carter, taken from The Bloody Chamber

The Bloody animation- By Lorna Leigh Harrington

Untitled from lorna harrington on Vimeo.

Go and visit grandmother, who has been sick. Take her the oatcakes I've baked for her on the hearthstone and a little pot of butter.

The good child does as her mother bids - five miles' trudge through the forest; do not leave the path because of the bears, the wild boar, the starving wolves. Here, take your father's hunting knife; you know how to use it.

The child had a scabbby coat of sheepskin to keep out the cold, she knew the forest too well to fear it but she must always be on her guard. When she heard that freezing howl of a wolf, she dropped her gifts, seized her knife, and turned on the beast.

It was a huge one, with red eyes and running, grizzled chops; any but a mountaineer's child would have died of fright at the sight of it. It went for her throat, as wolves do, but she made a great swipe at it with her father's knife and slashed off its right forepaw.

The wolf let out a gulp, almost a sob, when it saw what had happened to it; wolves are less brave than they seem. It went lolloping off disconsolately between the trees as well as it could on three legs, leaving a trail of blood behind it. The child wiped the blade of her knife clean on her apron, wrapped up the wolf's paw in the cloth in which her mother had packed the oatcakes and went on towards her grandmother's house. Soon it came on to snow so thickly that the path and any footsteps, track or spoor that might have been upon it were obscured.

She found her grandmother was so sick she had taken to her bed and fallen into a fretful sleep, moaning and shaking so that the child guessed she had a fever. She felt the forehead, it burned. She shook out the cloth from her basket, to use it to make the old woman a cold compress, and the wolf's paw fell to the floor.

But it was no longer a wolf's paw. It was a hand, chopped off at the wrist, a hand toughened with work and freckled with old age. There was a wedding ring on the third finger and a wart in the index finger. By the wart, she knew it for her grandmother's hand.

She pulled back the sheet but the old woman woke up, at that, and began to struggle, squawking and shrieking like a thing possessed. But the child was strong, and armed with her father's hunting knife; she managed to hold her grandmother down long enough to see the cause of her fever. There was a bloody stump where her right hand should have been, festering already.

Wednesday, 4 May 2011

The Staberinde

Front cover for Use of Weapons, one of the Culture novels by Iain M. Banks for my final projects, illustrating most of the Culture novels as speculative book covers.