Friday, 15 February 2013

Love & Bottle

Here is another story published this week by 3am magazine.
I sent this to Alan a while ago, it's come out for Valentines day.

Love & Bottle

By Alan McCormick & Jonny Voss.









Pass the bottle old girl.
Mine, all mine.
Come on, give us a slug, woman, I’m spitting up fur balls.
I was here first.
Share and share alike, why don’t ya?
No, it’s all mine, loser.
Who’s you calling loser?
You, you fuck beard.
What if I say please?
You’d be a fucking loser who says please.
Give me the effing bottle or I’ll thrash you with me shoe!
That’s more like it.
Yea? Well give it here then.
You only needed to shout and threaten a little. Here you are.
I don’t like to, babe . . . oh God, it’s lovely. You have some too.
Don’t mind if I do.
Bloody lovely it is, girl.
You ain’t wrong, love, it’s so bloody lovely I could cry.
I’ve got a tear in my eye as it happens.
Sentimental old fart
Give us a kiss then.
All right but hold me too, lips not tits, and don’t scratch with your whiskers.
Like this?
Yea . . . oh yea, like this.



Large and loose

These large drawings are from the past couple of weeks, they are a little looser.
I decided to do some larger ones first thing in the morning, before
doing anything else.  Lots of odd creatures and characters.
They are drawn using large 5mm graphite sticks.

Thursday, 14 February 2013

large pencil drawing Amsterdam

This one is from a recent trip to Amsterdam.
I Had lots of drawings from sketch books which I used
as reference to create this larger one, lots of bikes and canals.

Sunday, 10 February 2013


I did this one last week, it keeps popping up as my screen saver. I think it's the teeth and the spiral heads that make this one interesting for me.

Thursday, 7 February 2013

New 3am story

3 am Magazine published this story by me and Alan.
The drawing is created first, then sent over to Alan
who creates a story to fit the drawing.


By Alan McCormick & Jonny Voss.

He’s lived a long old life, puff, puff, puff, stub out all the fags he’s smoked on top of each other and they’d build thirty charred eiffels, five twin towers and form a ladder up to the stars. But each one has been different, a moment of escape, a whiff of magic, a discreet drop of poison administered here and there.
She cups his lung and he squeezes out a breath, dragging, scraping, draining a way through and out. He coughs. Grey clouds. Yellow moon. Sulphur pools. The rooster carries his collarbone to hang in the sky. He inhales his last, bonfire, crackle and spit. An ashtray collects the ash. His smoke circles, his grey lips smile, and he’s ready to take his first step.



























Tuesday, 5 February 2013

large drawing

This one was done last week, lots of birds from the marsh in this.

Illustration work Last year.

Here are some of my favourite illustration jobs from last year.
Clients include; HTC, Vinopolis, Zag, citygate media, Squad.

Saturday, 2 February 2013


Last year a small shop on Columbia Road in Hackney asked me to design a few cups for them.
These are a few of my favorites.

Big one line drawings

I found a couple of old photos of two large drawings I did a few years ago.
I think they were done in one continuous line.  Try and spot the gaps, I could be wrong.