This ceramic puffer fish is a one of a kind creation, roughly 20 x 30mm and hung from a 16 inch (26cm) stainless steel chain. All necklace parts are made from stainless steel.
The puffer fish originally appeared in this comic.
This one of a kind ceramic necklace has jumped out of a fiery kiln and is ready to start his life as your new favourite necklace. Created from scratch by Becky Hunt, this ceramic puffer fish was made using New Zealand clay and is finished with a 16 inch stainless steel chain and clasp.
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So we had the honour of contributing a couple words to our friend Zee’s book. It’s for kids looking to get into writing and arting. Our contributions were in the writing one, which I know may be a little confusing considering IZS is mostly known for its pictures, but Kristof does some stellar work here and that shouldn’t go and get forgotten!
We have these two gorgeous books by Z.R. Southcombe up for grabs today! Leave a comment below to enter the draw, and if…
The New Zealand Book Council is doing a giveaway at this very moment which you can get involved in. You could enter for a kid you know who’s creativity you want to nurture, or even your own! There’s no cut-off for these sorts of things.
Personally I’m pretty amped, and so is Hubert.
I said something about “Passing ships in the night” to Becky earlier this week in the morning while she was still waking up. She thought I was talking about passing shits in the night. Which was so hilarious I had to draw it. However I think the drawing doesn’t play off the double entendre very well. So if you can visualise it better, have a go!
Our boss was wondering if the comic I do at work should be sponsored by a famous sausage company here in NZ. As a pitch I sent him this. I think it’ll be a real hit.
Finally, Becky, Kristof, and I (plus hidden fourth band member Matt gets an honourable mention) will be in a book being made by Zenobia Southcombe called I Am A Writer. She had this lovely thing to say about us as she’s working on it.
I'm doing the last bits of formatting for "I Am A Writer". One of the writers in the book is a team of three comic…
So Hubert had to show his appreciation.
In other news, I saw three empty bottles by a lamppost yesterday. One of the bottles had rolled a few feet away from the others. An older desk jocky was walking past, saw the bottle that had escaped and picked it up. He then returned it to the other two on the ground. Mission accomplished. He was pretty chuffed with himself.
I charged in front of him in the vain hope I’d see three cigarette butts vaguely clustered together. I wanted to show him I too could arrange rubbish in an aesthetically pleasing way on the ground. Alas, I couldn’t find anything so I just emptied my pocket lint out in front of him instead. Garnishing the ground with it.
That was all true apart from the pocket lint bit.
A lot of my comics recently have revolved around Trump, as has everything really. To start off, inoculate yourself with these hips. I wanted to play with flat colours a bit in a format that might look good on Instagram, a platform I neglect far too much.
I know that I don’t want to see my own tax returns, so who gives a shit about Trump’s? What sort of people are these? I mean, we know they’re dodgy anyway. But if you got a look at them, would you even be able to figure that out?
Suddenly people that were standing against the TPPA found an unlikely ally in Trump. It starts to make you wonder, if he’s against it, maybe it was good after all?
This was just a bizarre strip that wasn’t going to fit with the regular stuff on IZS. Also my colouring looks like barf.
A new face on the scene is riding the populist politics wave that Trump has made ripples of around the world. Gareth Morgan has even riffed off Trump’s catchphrase “Make America Great Again” with the far more conservative catchphrase “Make New Zealand Fair Again.” We don’t like to overblow things in this country.
Also the dude on the bottom right looks like he belongs on Rick & Morty.
Child abuse in New Zealand in the form of “Isolation Rooms” made headlines a while ago. They’re like a run up for the inhumane isolation chambers they’ll be spending their adulthood in. With that in mind I riffed on an even more cruel and unusual punishment.
When you’re on Facebook you’ll notice definite trends among your friends. Great waves of 21sts followed by proposals and new jobs. After that it’s weddings and incessant baby photos. Then of course, death.
Hey guys, here’s another art dump! First off, check out this character concept I did for the comic called Hackjob the Hedgehog. I’ve floated him out to Kristof, but decent comics containing this guy aren’t forthcoming. So in the meantime, just stare at this guy and laugh at all the possibilities we can’t think of.
Nile came up with the glasses, when he drifted up behind me at work and asked what I was doing.
I’ve contorted my roll at work into something I actually want to be doing, which is drawing more. The long hours at work mean that I have little time for it when I get home, which usually leaves me grumpy, and Becky hates dealing with that sort of shit.
Here’s one I did for a piece on annoying airline passengers.
And another about money shit.
So I can stop copy pasting my answers around Reddit and Yahoo Answers I’ve decided to compile my technique all in one place. I hope it helps.
The first thing you’re going to need is a bucket of water, about a foot deep. Ideally the bucket will be able to fit a watermelon in it.
Go to the store and buy a watermelon. If you tap it with your knuckle it should make a hollow sound which means it’s ripe. But that isn’t important for what we’re trying to achieve.
Put the Watermelon in the Bucket
Gingerly place the watermelon inside your bucket of water. Careful! Some of the water might get displaced and slop out onto your floor. Maybe do this in your bathroom or kitchen. If the watermelon fits, fantastic! If it doesn’t you’re going to need to buy a bigger bucket and repeat this step. You should now no longer need the watermelon.
Ghost hunting is a lot more fun with a friend, and they’ll come in useful in the following steps!
Put your head in the bucket
Hold your head under the water for no longer than 22 minutes and 22 seconds. If you hold it there any longer than that you’ve just broken a world record! Forget about your haunted house, you just made history! You want to hold your head under the water until it results in your own drowning. You may need to get your friend to help you hold your head under there because your survival reflexes will start kicking in pretty hard after a while! Watch out! You might spill more water at this point. Make sure you have towels down.
Note: The watermelon should no longer be in the bucket.
At this point your soul will begin untangling itself from its Flesh Net. If your house is haunted you should be able to see spirits or bald apparitions with spirals of teeth surrounding it’s head bulb. If you see these your house is haunted.
Now that you’ve had a look around it’s time to bind your soul back up with your Flesh Net. You’ll feel very at peace at this step, but it’s important that you fuse with your Pain & Suffering Conductor. Your friend should google a Youtube video on resuscitation before attempting this step.
Note: Ask them to do the revive before you ask them to hold your head under the water. But make sure they drown you before the revival.
After all this you should have a clear idea of whether or not your house is haunted, unless it was built on a lay line. In which case your home is part of the spiritual superhighway, sorry.
Note: If your friend isn’t good at resuscitation your house is probably haunted now. Thanks for reading and I hoped this helped a little.
So I’m drawing comics for M2 now. We’ll see how it goes. I’ll try and put ’em here as well so you guys don’t need to trawl all over the web for my shit. But you know, if you want to keep a roof over my head and enable me to keep doing these at work. Check the page every now and again.
For the third year in a row I present to you the hits that kept me going throughout the year. As always the list isn’t always songs that were released this year, rather just stuff that bubbled up as I roved around. I usually have this list out before New Years, but I was unable to get it out in time this year, oops.
This year also marked the first that Soundcloud started getting shitty, with premium songs and more region restrictions. A few tracks I added to the list retroactively got nerfed in this manner, so I apologise for that. However the site is still mint for finding scrappy little upstarts and random B-Sides so I’ll be sticking with it throughout 2017, it still hasn’t gotten to Spotify levels of ad spam for non-paying members.
My album for the year though was definitely Tourist’s U, hence why I’ve made it the first track. I’ve also embedded it here for your easy listening pleasure. You can find it on Spotify easily enough though. Tourist seemed to be going off the rails for a bit, stung by the hip hop bug and trashing up his tracks with way too much guest singers. But shit, U came out and I was blown away. He even gave away free torrents!
Becky, Kristof and I recently helped with a kids book answering some questions on how to be writers. Becky randomly mentioned that “Your first project might be a fantasy short story that is three paragraphs long and takes place in the crust of a pie.” and It inspired me to do just that. This is the result.
The armies of the Low Lay marched toward the meeting of the layers. Here on the yellow flats worlds were built on one another, their surfaces each others skies. Each world below the other vying to rise up and overthrow those above. At a nexus these worlds met, and catacombing caves lead above and below. This is where the wars play out. Young soldiers, the salt and spices of the earth, die together, attacking those above and defending from hordes below in a never ending struggle.
“What do you think it’s like,” said Bridie, one of the aforementioned young soldiers currently being marched to her death. Her gaze was cast upwards to the yellow sky that acted as other men’s ground. It glowed with light penetrating down through the many layers. One spot had a conspicuous dark patch, the Upper Lay’s city. One day it’d be pillaged by the Low Lay, or so the propaganda went.
“Bright and crisp,” responded Burek, Bridie’s shieldmate. “My grandfather says it’s the brightest layer he’s ever seen. They say that the upper crust is a myth, but the pie must have a surface.”
“If that’s so, then the army we’re about to face can put all it’s strength into defending its lower tunnels.” responded Bridie, not letting the fear show.
“Then you best pray your swing is true, Sword-Sister.” smiled Burek.
This is perhaps the most horrific one I’ve drawn yet. Something about those thin lines reminds me of Salad Fingers or something. And that gross ass shading, bleagh.
So here’s to another year! It’s crazy how fast and slow it’s gone. Like, this time last year the biggest thing we were worried about was how badly our flag could be ruined. This year most publications have turned into PTSD meetings for famous people who knew that Hillary would win. This time next year will we be a smoking hole in the ground? I don’t think so, and if we are then there will be no one around to call me out on making an overly optimistic call. In my book that’s called a win win situation. Also the Forward of my book makes a special note that your book sucks.
Have a good New Year and don’t go chucking your kids into Gorilla enclosures in 2017. It spawns the most insufferable memes.