Thursday, August 27, 2009

The ArtBook 2010

Promotional piece for the next ArtBook. Its also the opening page for my agent's - NB Illustration - section of the catalog

Wednesday, August 19, 2009


So ran the god and girl, he sped by hope and she by fear. But he, borne on the wings of love, ran faster, gave her no respite, hot on her flying heels and breathing close upon her shoulders and her tumbling hair. Her strength was gone; the travail of her flight vanquished her, and her face was deathly pale. And then she was at the river, swift Peneus, and called; `Help, father, help! (...) her tender bosom was wrapped in thin smooth bark, her slender arms were changed to branches and her hair to leaves; her feet but now so swift were anchored fast in numb stiff roots, her face and had became the crown of a green tree; all that remained of Daphne was her shining loveliness. And still Phoebus loved her; on the trunk he placed his hand and felt beneath the bark her heart still beating, held in his embrace her branches, pressed his kisses on the wood; yet from his kisses the wood recoiled. `My bride’, he said, `since you can never be, at least, sweet laurel, you shall be my tree. My lure, my locks, my quiver you shall wreathe.' . . . Thus spoke the god; the laurel in assent inclined her new-made branches and bent down, or seemed to bend, her head, her leafy crown."
Ovid, Heroides 15. 23 ff

Tuesday, August 18, 2009


Originally made this doll for the kids section of the Tom Cody Design (my day job) website but we ended up not using it. I took her picture in the studio. She is also wearing one of my prints.

Thursday, August 13, 2009


These were part of my sister's wedding present last year. They are now part of her brand new house. The birds design was based on my little kitchen mural.

Monday, August 10, 2009


Part yet untold, the seas began to roar, And mounting billows tumbled to the shore. Above the waves a monster rais'd his head, His body o'er the deep was widely spread: (...) Too long you vent your sorrows, Perseus said, Short is the hour, and swift the time of aid, In me the son of thund'ring Jove behold, Got in a kindly show'r of fruitful gold. Medusa's snaky head is now my prey, And thro' the clouds I boldly wing my way. If such desert be worthy of esteem, And, if your daughter I from death redeem, Shall she be mine? Shall it not then be thought, A bride, so lovely, was too cheaply bought? For her my arms I willingly employ, If I may beauties, which I save, enjoy.
Metamorphoses book V By Ovid