In February I got to work on these digital illustrations for a much larger project called 2086. These heads are just the beginnings but I’ve been working steadily in the background for quite a while now so I’m very happy to be starting to show these to everyone. The hope is to show these and other illustrations and artworks in a series of shows and in street art over the coming years.
AFRICA
There was one figure who had predicted every event in lead up right down to the minute. Her name had been long forgot and her language was a relic of the past.
Those that now knew her simply referred to her as Africa. She could not speak and to scrawl her name was fruitless as no one could read her mysterious calligraphy.
She is a survivor.
Average JOE
Where do you start when who, what, where, when, how and why all seem to be beyond reach. Like sand through the hourglass or possibly more like concrete out of the mix everything feels solid but also extremely grey.
BAGHEAD
Malls, shopping strips, arcades, Xmas sales are all a distant memory. No new products exist in the aftertimes. The signs have all been flipped. The doors locked. The alarms set. And if that wasn’t enough the buildings have been razed to the ground.
Shielding their eyes from a sun unshackled and storms of dust unrelenting, bagheads can be commonly seen trudging and struggling amongst the debris of a fallen world to recent to forget and to wretched to remember.
Like blind mice they move cautiously but with haste as danger lurks around every bend of the path and beyond every crack of the side walk.
BANDITTO
BOT DOT ALPHA
/found.exe
/foundIntelligence.dat
/processScan.exe
.endScript
openBio.botdoalpha
/botdotalpha is final specimen of hybrid genetic-robotic synthesis.
/botdotalpha is programmed to protect.
/botdotalpha will not stop in its primary function.
BYNX
Consumer X
Those that have managed to fight off its hypnotic ways do so only through great power of will and uncompromising certainties. If doubt was to creep in your fate would surely be sealed.
It’s natural prey can be seen meander the debris in the aftertimes. Their only last defence being the bags they’ve shoved over their mutated craniums so that their eyes may not be once again wrapped up in the hypnotic lies and brainwashing that saw them fall from their previous fragile and fraudulent throwns.
CORDYCEP
A strange silhouette emerges from the wood. It appears human but there’s something… wrong?
As it slouches along slowly but purposefully moving through the dense reclaimed forest floor it seems on the precipice between a sad pained existence and an escape only found when the final choking breath is silent.
If this once was a man, then all must take serious heed of his condition for as not to fall to the same fate.
Stumbling and full of resentment and fear comes The Cordycep!
DAKOTA
She screams. It tears through the drains and bounces back and forth across the tight space like a pinball ricocheting off a paddle. Her lungs burn and her throat tears with all her might. Leading the way she bounds forward into the dark where only the glint of rusted steel and alight alcohol soaked rags nest enthusiastically in awaiting projectiles. She trusts her tribe is with her but she can’t be sure. She is alone at the front in that moment. Some would call it courage, others psychosis, at this point it doesn’t really matter, all that does matter is breaking the line.
“DAKOTA!!!” Comes a thundering shout from behind. Not to worry they are with her. They call out her name with pride and certainty. This may be their fight but this will be her victory and they best not let her down.
GRIM
IRON HENRY
Now do you remember the one with the frog? You know the one. He once was a prince then was turned into a toad.
Well some stories come true.
KWEILO
Slowly and surely weighing him down till he can’t handle them any longer. Like a bomb counting down all you can do is either run or let the inevitable explosion hit you and hope you survive relatively unscathed.
PALE PUGILIST
Boils and sores may now cover his pale sickly complexion but don’t be deceived, he may look sick and like a pushover but this boy has bite. He’s a fighter and he will do what he needs to survive.
PANZEE
Evolution or regression? No one was quite sure. What they were sure of was that world as they knew it was gone and a new hierarchy would take its place. A race for power was inevitable.
TROLL
To call him hard headed would be the understatement of the millennia. At one time he may have been human but now he has become something ghastly, unapproachable and horrid.
He has become his namesake.