Work by Jonathan Keappock

Seasonal Cheer.

2010-12-16T05:27:00.000-08:00

I long thought this place needed a spruce up, and since Blogger's new template editor makes it so easy, I can put off learning PHP until sometime after death. Also I left my profile text unchanged so long that it became true again. Hurrah!

New work with Hombre Secreto for the Bacillus.

Part two of a series of people and animals.

2010-04-14T04:38:00.000-07:00

An Ode to Composure

2010-02-15T08:57:00.000-08:00

Flyer for the Bacillus' maiden gig at the Roadhouse. Bring yourself to it.

A History of Neglect Part Two

2010-01-03T09:45:00.000-08:00

Putting ink to good use at TAA.

I had intended a lot more for TAA, but unfortunately I only got round to the venue twice in the four day run, right at the start and right at the end. When I'd left this piece it was nothing but black ink on a practically clean surface, this picture was taken minutes before the event finished, surprisingly I find myself not hating the additions, nature of the event I suppose.

A History of Neglect Part One

2009-12-16T08:43:00.000-08:00

Over the next couple of weeks I shall be posting some of the things I've been doing this past year. Starting with this.

Flyer for the Temporary Autonomous event 2009. Much fun was had by all, photos of the event itself can be found scattered about it's Facebook group.

Se9tember

2007-09-26T05:45:00.001-07:00

First post since coming back from the land of festivals. Been doing some stuff, continuing work on a little project brought to you by the number 8 and the letter B, making artwork on various walls and tents across the island of Great Britain using mud and markers, photo evidence of which will be up here just as soon as people send it to me, including an interpretation of Animal from the Muppet Show as (I hope for your sake) you've never seen him before.

Oh, if anyone is interested my new email address is jontkeappock (AT) gmail.com

Back in Manchester I've produced a flyer for Vixen Promotions, got the call on Thursday morning and finished the whole thing in a day which I'm quite happy with.

The initial concept, the only specification I was given was that it should be something like a circus poster, I also worked in a little playing card design and drew inspiration from childhood memories of Upside Downy books (does anyone remember them?) to make a flyer that read differently from every direction with a conjoined freak ring master/ suicidal sword eater as a centrepiece. At the time the only acts due to play were Rust Inhaler and Flesh Eating Foundation (not Society as I'd scrawled on the sketch)

The mostly completed illustration, but as crunch time got closer and changes were made to the line up a quick rethink was needed.

The sword eater gets chopped, possibly to be never seen again, the background is added and the flyer goes to print.

Stuff and Nonsense

2007-06-26T01:39:00.000-07:00

Things I've been doing lately include, another doodle for a thread on the Engine. The challenge was to design a wooden spaceship and it's captain. The tree's the captain, the seed's the ship.

A Lottie-nut's course is altered by the gravitational pull of the moon. In time it may find purchase on the Moon's surface or on the broken shards of lunar material that surround it. However, the adult specimen we see, is of the lucky few, of the thousand's of nuts a single tree can produce in a year, all but a handful are lost forever, smashed on the side of some distant planet, or doomed to drift and wither, their propellent expired, no hope of ever finding a new home.

Other things, put together a poster for Break the Silence Promotions, they're putting on a Grindcore/ Trash night at the Music Box on the 26th of July, so if you're in Manchester and you like your metal heavy get your arse to that.

Below's a recent sketch that I did, could be part of another poster, and if it is it'll be the first illustrated flyer I've put out, if not, then its another addition to my growing collection of monster drawings.

And for a slight change of mood there's this, the picnic never happened by the way. The photo's by the delectable Kat, who took it at Wreckhead Picnic I, all I did was put letters on it.

Phantom of the Masque

2007-04-23T09:17:00.000-07:00

Responding to an art challenge on The Engine because I wanted something to do.

Miss Masque, a regular teenager with a tendency to wear excessive eye make-up. Casual, strung out and peaceful by nature, but forced to carry a pistol to defend herself from a never ending stream of goons.

In this thrilling scene, Miss Masque is on her way to attend Ladyfest in Brighton when she is set upon by a gang of scene kids with murder in mind.

Link goes to full size

+ + +

I'm thinking of having a go at updating once a day for at least a week. Why not check back here tomorrow and see if I've kept to my word.

If you like Girls then you'll love Girl Hammer.

2007-04-13T06:46:00.000-07:00

Just some recent sketches, not trying to be clever, just pictures of pretty girls. I know what you're thinking, everything up to now was trying to be clever?

and some slap and tickle for you.

teasing your balls

2007-01-09T15:37:00.000-08:00

New Year, and untill now nothing to show for it. But I am working on an exciting new project. Cant say much.

But it will involve superpowers (and where they come from)Keep em peeled.

Into the night

2006-11-09T17:51:00.000-08:00

Into the Night.

The girl with the green dress and porcelain skin stands between video screens showing almost identical photos of Victoria Beckham. She bites on her lip and turns on her heels as she pushes on her ear piece and listens to the Voice.

"So just stand here and twirl on my hair, that's all, you don't want to help me with the puzzle." she says to the voice, then speaking to the camera, "ok, I am going stand here and twirl my hair, because I am the monkey here to dance for you" she extends her hands forward in a supposed mimicry of simian puppetry and she chokes a little as she realises there are still people watching her.

"Right we really need someone to call... someone to get through... we don't have all night/ all morning."-the slash was pronounced as a giddy and frustrated murmur as she rolled her eyes and glanced at the studio ceiling.

what melodic chords toll for those who die as cattle.

2006-11-08T08:26:00.000-08:00

Make it Big.

underneath the sea, it waits for me

2006-10-19T10:30:00.000-07:00

Click the image for a handily desktop sized version.(1024 x 768)

Upon Your Request: iv: Squirrel You!

2006-09-22T11:07:00.000-07:00

Some anonymous person who I'm sure is not a previous requester trying to get another go wrote:

dear jont,
you should draw a squirrel with a flower in it's hand umm eating the petals... maybe a daisy... i cant give you money for it... but lovin?
<3xxxxxx
p.s. love you!

p.s.s. it would make me happy if it was really fucking trippy colours! so umm... do it... now? please... :)

So I did, using colours I don't even know the name of.

Colour Therapy

2006-09-12T15:38:00.000-07:00

"Dear Jont,
today I would like to see a Squid wearing a diver's helmet,
P.S. Love you <3
xxxx"

Since nobody had the decency to request that I draw a squid wearing a diver's helmet, I had to do it myself. Please note the prefered format, feel free to add more xxx's.

I don't think I've expressed how much I hate drawing, I don't understand how some people find art relaxing. Fuck you Bob Ross, if you find any Joy in Painting it's cause you don't care anymore. Even when things turn out good, it feels like the end result is still just a feeble copy of an image that exists only my mind. I've been trying to avoid this lately by putting pen to paper before I'm even sure what it is I'm going to draw, before nasty preconceptions of what that blank space should be grow, right now, it's working for me, I'm not sure if I'm elevated to a sustainable joy but there's a feeling that I'm on to something. But even still there's things I wanted to say but I can't quite get them together, and now I'm typing something that I hadn't planned on typing, and now I'm writing that I wasn't planning on saying that and now.. this could get recursive so I'll stop it now.

The image above was in part inspired by the colours and compositions of Rick Fork's artwork for the Hot Snakes album Suicide Invoice. But he stole that wave first, as has everyone.

All Back to Crap Mining, Part Two: Going Post-it!

2006-08-15T14:48:00.000-07:00

Drawn over the past two weeks or so ~~at work~~ in my own free time.

Contains:
A co-worker (unwitting participant in an impromptu anatomical study, an artistic anatomical study, not the other kind)
Mr Biggleswade Rainbow
A robot made to look like a girl, who wants to look like a robot again
Our lord and saviour Jesus Christ
One of the Beautiful People
A tower of power
A self-pitying self-portrait
An eye over London
The woman I love
An unquantifiable feeling

Just to add, this trundling Work Log is nearing the first anniversary of it's inception, I'm planning something special for the occasion and am working on a commemorative image too. So watch this space, actually it might take me a while to get it done and I have to go to work and sleep and shit, so you'd be better off just bookmarking the site and returning to the site every week or so. And I just remembered, it wont be this space, but the space directly above this post. So remember that. Actually you might be waiting a while, why not click your way through the archives at the left of the screen in the meantime.

Upon Your Request: iii: Fairy Queen

2006-07-08T13:32:00.000-07:00

The delightful Deidre Johnson, formerly of Forth Worth Texas, currently of somewhere near Forth Worth Texas, asked for a picture of a wicked fairy (faerie?).

I wasn't happy with my first attempt, it looked alright in my opinion, but it didn't seem very evil, and just looked like something a fruity boy would draw, but I did use it as an element in a new desktop image .

After that I knew I had to pull out something really evil to make up for that. I was originally going to make it worse, making it a four panel comic where the sick pixie treads on a whole bunch of lady birds in the style of that squish kitty video that you may have/ inevitably will see, but I ~~couldn't be bothered~~ thought it was perfect as it is.

Got something you want me too draw? Got something that you want someone else to draw, but you can't afford them? Then why not drop a comment on this post. Make sure you read the whole thing and make a note of the conditions contained within. Jont hate lawsuit.

Upon Your Request: ii: Stag Party

2006-07-03T09:19:00.000-07:00

Sam says:

hey, found your blog from your post on the Swami message board, your stuff is wicked! Thought I'd post a few suggestions of stuff for you to draw, even if I am a random stranger. Hope that's cool. How about:

a stag with antlers that go up like trees,
a woman with her fists clenched,
charles bukowski drinking at his typewriter,
a kid with massive trashcan headphones on,
an old, old, old, old, old guitar

I don't know if he meant literally like trees, but that how I chose to take it.
(Image reference)

Upon Your Request

2006-06-29T06:24:00.000-07:00

me: hey that's okay, I'll draw you something if you want, what I can't do right now is think of anything
me: I draw stuff for fun, I'm just not going to give away free stuff to strangers because they say I should
me: but you're good people so name any two things/people and I'll draw them hugging/ fighting/ fisting/ whatever you want
me: I need something to occupy myself with anyway
Rachael: but if you really wanna... you could draw me a piano and make it look like it's on drugs or something? Haha.
me: ok, consider it done

And so it begins, a new concept where you tell me what to draw. In the comments section of this post you tell me what you want to see drawn by me. Depending on the amount of suggestions, or lack thereof I might not get to draw everything or anything. I may be biased to towards the suggestions of friends of mine, for instance the afore mentioned Rachael gave me and my brother couches to sleep on and free hugs while we were in Texas, and she also introduced me to one of the greatest people in the world, she knows who she is.

That said this game is open to everyone, if any strangers happen along this place then feel free to contribute. But hear this, by adding a comment to this entry you are agreeing to enter into a creative partnership where you have no rights or final say over the final image, right now this is just for me to have fun and try new things, but I withhold the right to any words or work in any current or future commercial project. I know what your thinking, Jont, you're never going to make money from this shit, well to that I say, just you wait and see, crazier things have happened. And one more thing, make sure you leave a name/ pseudonym/ alias so I can tell you apart and give you credit where credit's due. Contact details would be handy too but they're not essential, it's not like I'll be tracing you down to pay you royalties, the use of the term "credit" in this case does not relate to financial remuneration.

Have fun and do me proud.

Surprise artist resource of the month.

2006-05-20T10:40:00.000-07:00

This gallery of anorexic girls made by some kinky bastard actually seems to be quite useful as an anatomical reference, it's one thing to study a skeleton but to see the skeleton in a real life visible woman is another.

Of course this stuff is really weird, but anatomy generally involves the study of dead people, is it any worse that they're not dead yet?

Death Doo-Wop of a Salesman

2006-05-06T05:49:00.000-07:00

Finally got round to finishing the layout. In the next couple of days I'm going to convert the file to greyscale and print out some flyers on red paper, and spread this eyesore to people who will hopefully give me some money.

The illustration was inspired by the excellent Fortune's Flesh, who used to be the equally excellent Starvations, why I didn't mention that in the previous posts I have no idea. I will only be listening to Death Doo-Wop from now on.

Metal Sucks.

Death Doo-Wop You Don't Stop

2006-04-12T14:17:00.000-07:00

I'm really fucking scrapping the barrel here, but more posts are better than no posts right?
d
Right?

Redrew the dress, and unified the colour scheme, I'm primarily making this image to be printed as a grayscale image on red paper so the effect should be mostly the same, though I may have to drop the mid tones altogether.

Stay tuned for the next action packed instalment where I finish shading the feet and add extra definition to both the upper and lower mandibles. Try to contain yourselves in your humdrum lives as you fucking contemplate that. Until next time I leave you with a question, why does Blogger feel the need to fuck up my jpegs?

Death Doo-Wop becomes her.

2006-04-01T04:56:00.000-08:00

Okay children, is it starting to make sense yet?

Death Doo-Wop

2006-03-31T11:25:00.000-08:00

Work in progress, can you tell what it is yet? Aside from the obvious, that is.

Seriously, I'm considering offering prizes for anyone who can guess what that skellington will be doing in the final image.

Crap Mining Part One.

2006-03-06T14:50:00.000-08:00

In the interests of keeping this blog active, I've taken to routing through shit I've scrawled on little pieces of paper when I can honestly say I had nothing better to do. Some of these might be developed into full illustrations some of them have, but in case they don't here they are.

Contains:
a skull
a flower
a cheeky chappie
a gimp
a camera
an explorer
a ghost
a co-worker
a scary face
and a self portrait

Spreading the magic of Jont over lady breasts.

2006-03-01T05:22:00.000-08:00

Well if you were one of the zero people to buy my Render T-shirt you may have been disappointed, by the fact it only came in dirt revealing white, or already grubby grey. But one enterprising individual, the lovely Deidre Johnson of fort worth Texas has taken matters into her own hands and made her own shirt with the design on a black t-shirt.

Nice work Deidre, a squadron of attack lawyers are on their way.

Loose Lips

2006-01-30T08:25:00.000-08:00

It's been a while, hasn't it.

There is an explanation for this, but you're not getting it.

2005-12-02T05:04:00.000-08:00

There was a bipolar explorer,
He travelled far and wide.
He was building an igloo,
But started to feel blue,
So he sat there and waited to die.

2005-09-30T04:19:00.000-07:00

I said to myself when I started this blog that I didn't want to start posting links to external websites, but this is fantastic.

Davidson County, NC -- We have new and bizarre details about the man accused of stealing a Davidson county ambulance and strapping a week-old deer carcass to the gurney.

Investigators say Leon Hollimon stole the ambulance and led police on a three-county chase this past weekend.

When they caught him, he was wearing a stethoscope, pager and had two latex gloves in his back pocket.

The deer was attached to an IV.

Sex Pest

2005-09-19T04:51:00.000-07:00

I've been doing it for some time now. I'll grab a feel of some woman in the street or in the park, then show her a dead spider and tell her it was crawling on her. Sometimes they thank me, sometimes they just walk away.

At first the spiders were just for cover, but now I do it to hear their screams and watch them franticly trash themselves.

Sometimes I'm not sure if they're shrieking like that because they've seen the spider or because I'm pulling off their clothes.

Treading water.

2005-09-13T06:22:00.000-07:00

Yes this blog should have been updated more often, but truth is I haven't been doing much work. Here's something I did a while ago, you're free to duplicate this and stick it on your site or whatever.

Rocket to the Crypt

2005-09-02T20:21:00.000-07:00

I don't get emotional often, but when I read these words my eyes began to well-up.

On Halloween night in San Diego, Rocket from the Crypt will be playing our farewell show. After 16 years of scars and ear damage all in the name of spreading goodwill and the Rock N Roll doctrine, we will take the stage for the last time on our favorite day of the year. We know that it is very difficult for those around the world to be with us for this celebration, but we invite all that have been a part of this awesome ride to come out one more time and give it up for the band. We will offer those that have supported and fueled us the first opportunity to purchase tickets. The show is taking place in a hotel ballroom and room packages will be offered with the tickets if you desire. There is a limited number of these discounted room/ticket packages available. There will be five ticket options. 1. Ticket only, 2. Room with 1 ticket, 3. Room with 2 tickets, 4. Room with 3 tickets, 5. Room with 4 tickets. The show is unfortunately 21 and up only as there will be rampant live!
r-defying consumption.

Remember them well.

Anyone up for the trip?

+ + +

Well it's a little late for an update, but me and my brother did end up making the journey, thanks to the guy who sold us his tickets (at cost price mind you) and everyone who put us up and entertained us on our American tour, which looked something like this:

My childhood in ruins.

2005-08-30T06:21:00.000-07:00

Back from Ireland. Good to see the place, old friends and get myself plenty pissed.

Things are changing in my hometown of Navan. It sheds it's skin like a snake every ten years. Of all the buildings torn down since I'd last been there I was glad to see that the old swimming pool was still there in mostly one piece, luckily I was able to find some time for a little B&E before I left.

View the full set here.

Just one of the many occurrences in my life that I'm not entirely sure happened.

2005-08-26T05:09:00.000-07:00

It was a few nights ago, around eleven o clock I needed to take a piss in McDonald's.

I went into the gents and when I opened the door there was a large bald man, stripped to the waist washing up at one of those automated sinks. His clothes lay in neat orderly piles on the ground, his shoes were there too.

If I'd have left then I might have offended him. I tried to piss. Air came out, a noise came out only audible to dogs came out, but my bladder remained full.

"Only an Irish man could cut him self like this." he said.

Why the hell did I answer him."Did you get in a scrap?"

"No just shaving."

I turned to my left and saw he was holding a disposable Bic razor.

It only occurred to me later that I was leaving my self incredibly exposed to a man who could at any time cut me, or even worse, shave me.

I made my goodbyes and decided to use the ladies, praying he wasn't in there as well.

Soma in sixty seconds

2005-08-23T08:02:00.000-07:00

Created with Art-pad an online painting tool/toy that has the nifty feature of replaying images you just painted, stroke by stroke.

I had an hour with nothing better to do ( actually I had lots of better things to do, but they'll have to wait). I painted Opi8's mascot Soma ( as I usually do when I don't have any ideas of my own ) , in uncharacteristicly vibrant colours, because they didn't have any skin tone on offer and I suck at colour mixing and the whole thing got slower than a ZX spectrum towards the end.

Link.

Song for a minstrel.

2005-08-22T07:40:00.000-07:00

Bored with making men, they made themselves a minstrel.

Every night he dances, and when he sings those big expressive eyes cry out,

"Oh Mammy, kill me please."

Mad Bank!

2005-08-18T13:00:00.000-07:00

While I'm sure there have been no visitors to this blog, barring me of course, that doesn't mean I can't try to make some cash from it. And here's my very first t-shirt based on the first readily available image on my hard drive, the illustration to Render below.

This is just what I whipped up in about an hour trying to work out the ins and outs of http://www.spreadshirt.net, even going to extreme lengths and reading the fine print before I clicked OK. Already It seems streets ahead of Cafepress (a site which I haven't actually used so correct me if I'm wrong) in that it allows a better range of dark colours (goths and emo-kids rejoice) and one or two colours on colour prints.

Fifteen squid, it's a bargain.

Rendered senseless.

2005-08-17T01:37:00.000-07:00

It's five pm and Don is adjusting the vertices on David Caruso’s moustache, giving it a dignified tidiness that his own equally ginger moustache lacked.

His had a matching beard, both were unkempt and slowly taking on a life all of their own. David Caruso plays the wizened tram conductor among other characters. Don is one 3D designer among many. He didn't animate any more.

He reaches under his desk and takes out his briefcase. Opening it he reveals a collapsed bicycle frame, he unfolds it and screws on the horn. As he saddles up he hits return, starting the intricate series of processes that turn points in 3D space into a magical experience for the winter holidays.

Render, my first published short story is up now at Opi8.com

Testing

2005-08-17T01:20:00.000-07:00

You know someday some pretentious geek is going to collect every awkward test message a blog has ever had and compile a massive list. He or she will then put it on their blog until some sad fucker as dull as them sees it, eventually it'll get linked to on other blogs and soon after they'll boast of being boing boinged and will think it makes them somewhat worth while.

If you are such a person, I do not consent to the use of this awkward test post in such a project.

If you are not such a person and are kind of bewildered by all of this just ignore it and remember that life is not a test, but this post is.