I’ve got a camera roll full of old Sheffield buildings and snatches of weeds that I will get around to drawing one day. I’ve got a head full of things I need to work on, techniques I need to master. I’ve got an increasingly unwieldy horde of alcohol ink marker pens but never seem to have the right tone of green. I may never get to the bottom of the list but when I put down a coffee cup to pick up a pencil I’m a happy man.
I work mainly on cartridge paper with Mike Mignola and Ralph Steadman frowning over my shoulder. The trusty Staedler HB goes first; then markers, finish with the occasional puddle of watercolour and scratch of fineliners: time is measured in espresso and walks around the city I love (adding three more photographs to the list I’ll never finish)