Six new images for sale Available in the shop now. Ink / Wash on water colour paper, 16cm x 22cm © 2013
Publisher: Titan Books Publication date: 2014 03 31 300 pieces of artwork spanning decades of my work.
ink /wash on water colour paper size: 53cm x 33cm. For sale in November
All we need is a few moments to reflect upon the meaning of Life
Ian Miller’s association with Mervyn Peake was established in the 1970’s when he produced work for many collections of fantasy images in books and in calendars. He has continued to produce elaborate castles and other images from Gormenghast and has now decided to offer prints from three of the most recent paintings as limited edition [...]
I waited as arranged, the clock struck 6, But she didn’t come. I waited until 6:30, Watching the throng of office workers rushing towards Charing Cross. I watched the pigeons in the square, and she didn’t come I waited until 7, but she didn’t come.
Baby delivered by BMW. Pneumatic teats. Cooked bacon exposed in a rainbow shawl BUT who said it would be easy. Kafka took a cheap flight out wearing a spider Man suit. He left a note on his desk, reminding us all that people are still getting KILLED out there?
Despite the warmth of the Sun the chill of the Ash tree stayed with me and try as I might I could not rid my thoughts of the old man and his sorry plight. I sincerely hoped when my time came I fetched up in a slightly more salubrious spot than that. The call of [...]
They said: ” Do you know the Song of the Swan?” It was an audition. I couldn’t say no. So I toughed it out, held the pose and told them to play it with the base down low.
Things were different right from the start
I always feel happiest when I’m alone in company. True or false?
Grey trees, blushed with blue, Sit unsure on the furrows of a charcoal curve. Pitt black lines, Measured angles, All sagging with damp, Support this improbability. When the winds come! When the winds come! The measured angle will fail, The fibres will snap. See where the crows nest now, Not here. They know the trees [...]
of something real
Digital from original mixed media drawing on paper.
5th of Oct- Monday. 1998 Today 11 0’clock, Sam Goes to the Vet. A very sad day. His physical condition is such that putting him to sleep is the only sensible option left. His back legs are all but gone. and his innards are in ruins Sam is dead. Expunged with a lethal injection. I [...]