CES is in full swing this week, and its many slightly-robotic household appliances cast my mind back to a series of Post-It notes I drew a while ago. Here’s a twelve-panel story about the rise and fall of my domestic robot (now with a splash of colour)!
I hope they find a better power source than bunny rabbits soon, my carpets are getting filthy!
Prior to meeting my better half, I had never seen a James Bond movie. I considered this an achievement of sorts. Lilly, however, has a fondness for them, so over the past eight years or so, I’ve seen what I assume is all of them, and most of them at least twice!
The problem with this is a bit like being introduced to twins, or how I used to have back-to-back German and Spanish classes in high school – everything just goes into the same file in the brain-cabinet. In that spirit, here is me tipping out the contents of the James Bond file as it currently appears in my mind.
There’s an early one with Odd Job, who has a deadly bowler hat. They are fighting over some gold
Wheelchair villain scooped up by a helicopter ‘I’ll buy you a delicatessen in stainless steel!’
There is one where the villain is a man with three nipples who has a sociopathic dwarf assistant. They live on Thunderbird Island
There is one with Willard Whyte. Baja?!
There is one where the villain is on a boat called M.Y. Disco Volante. Does he have an eyepatch? He says ‘jettison cocoon’ and James Bond is dressed up like a saveloy sausage
There are two with Jaws, one where he falls out of a closet in a train and one where he falls in love with a tiny blonde girl with glasses in space
There is one exceptionally racist one set in the bayous of Louisiana? Or are they all exceptionally racist?
Roger Moore’s tiny plane that appears out of a horse’s backside? Lesbian pilot school?
There is one starring Christopher Walken and Grace Jones, Walken has a blimp and Jones rides a bomb Dr Strangelove style
James Bond rides a cello down a ski slope?
There is a Pierce Brosnan one where he drives a car around a car park from his giant Nokia communicator, and one featuring jungle thug Goldie. I’ve no idea if they’re the same movie
There’s another Brosnan movie where he makes his car invisible at some big ice palace
In one of the modern Daniel Craig ones he uses a pocked defibrillator on himself. It may or may not be the same movie where there’s some nasty rape scene in that hotel in the middle of the desert that I thought was totally inappropriate for a 12A-rated movie
In Skyfall they blow up the big house in Scotland and Judi Dench dies
…That’s about the extent of it. If nothing else, I think I got the chronology vaguely right?
I got some stickers made up of a post-it doodle from earlier this year, for no other reason than they seemed like a good idea. Would you like some? Yeah you would! They are orange because that’s the colour they’re meant to be, and blue because that’s the colour of my bicycle (although my bike isn’t a road machine like this!).
If you go here and Paypal me just £2, wherever you are in the world, I will post you two of each colour. What a good deal!
If the title of this post didn’t make it clear enough, I was really pleased with the hyper-detailed looping animated gif of a robot factory I made earlier this year. So much so I have decided to make another one. This time they’re making – you guessed it – washing machines!
It took a lot of energy, but for a 1.1 second loop, you can spent a whole lot longer than that looking at it to follow what’s going on.
My favourite bit is the robot who stretches the drive belt over the drum. It feels nice when things come out of my brain in the way I imagined them!
It occurred to me while I was in the shower this morning that the ten-year anniversary of my first album cover happened while I was in Africa. John B’s in:transit album hit stores in June 2004, just as I was cocking up my A-Level exams at school. John was kind enough to take a chance on a student doing his record cover for him, but he didn’t realise just how young a student I was at the time!
Here I am as a very proud eighteen-year-old, showing my dad my work on the shelves of our local HMV:
A decade later, I continue to love designing record covers, and I still work with John B on his, but my ridiculous hair appears to have outlived the record store as I knew it!
Speaking of moving, I moved house last month. It was all a bit sudden (no thanks to my old landlord) and meant that we had to start packing the day we got back from our trip to Africa. My desk, as ever, was not very tidy, so everything that was on it got swept into a series of boxes of denial that I didn’t want to open, despite (or because?) I have a wonderful new desk in a wonderful new office for it all.
This week, however, I had to surrender one of these boxes to Lilly so she could transport a cake, leaving me faced with its contents of denial.
Some of this junk is, well, junk, but like the Citroen BX I saw driving up the Westway once, some of it is genius and is To Good 2 Scrap. Like the genuine washing machine brain – I’m sure I’ll do something interesting with that one day!
One of the most consistently popular things from all the years of Something Creative Every Day has been the Inventory of Everything On My Desk on 18 September, 2010. It even inspired an album cover. With all of that in mind, here’s the latest inventory:
Lilly and I spent most of the month of June this year on a voyage across East Africa. We had an awesome time, and when we got to Kenya I had the opportunity to realise one of my daily illustrations from a year or so ago, by shooting the Big Five Game (With my Nikon!).
#1: Cape Buffalo
What a filthy beast!
I particularly liked how an egret seemed to befriend this rhino
We saw fully-maned lions and cubs too, but I like this photo the best!
The big one for us! Elephants are such wonderful creatures
I don’t know how our guides spotted this chap in the tree, but there he is, showing everyone how to flop!
If you liked these pics there are plenty more where they came from… We also got to meet Gorillas in the mountains and all kinds of other brilliant beings on the trip. You can check out a gallery of some more of my photos on Flickr here!
I was digging through my archives last week and got completely distracted by this six-piece post-it drawing I did a year ago. After staring at it for a moment, I had the idea of turning it into an animated gif, so this weekend instead of watching it rain, I got to work.
I think it has to be the best damn animated gif I’ve ever made. It loops so perfectly, and it’s full of robots and washing machines. It’s a pretty good representation of what goes on in my mind too.
Part of my sprint toward the end of the year involved getting the Hospital Advent calendar ready again. I drew a nice medical-seasonal Santa behind an X-ray screen for the artwork this year, which was a good starting point.
We at The Purple Gates like to believe the record label is more than just music, so across the 24 days of Advent, we give away a bit of everything. This includes nonsense from me, so when we were scheduling the calendar, the 22nd was allotted to Ricky Trickartt’s Wonderful World of Colour.
We started scraping the barrel for one of my inter web experiments. As proud as I am of WashMa.ch, the Hospital Officers decided it was too esoteric to share. Instead, they suggested I give my DJ Bio Generator from 2009 a little revamp.
Just in time for the 22nd, I did exactly that; it now has additional ludicrous options and more current references so you can make a sillier Drum + Bass DJ Biography quicker than ever. Check it out here, make your own bio in a snap, and if you’re really a DJ, paste it into your Soundcloud profile (or wherever you like to share your mixtapes). If nothing else, it sure beats taking the task of biography-writing seriously and doing it yourself!
“I always told myself that I would ride this bike until death do us part”
It’s been an intense few months in Rickmansland. You may have noticed my daily creativities have not exactly been daily lately, as in the last day one was posted was way back at the end of June, which is when it all started.
My beloved, loyal little Vespa had another breakdown, and this time it was on the South Circular, about 25 miles from home. I had to abandon the bike in Clapham and get the tube home, so I could return the next day with a rental van and take it to a garage to get fixed. This experience was made that much more intense because I only had one day before Lilly and I were set to go and spend a week off in Sicily, where I tried to spend as little time as possible sulking about my dead Vespa.