Giglamps rambles

Some more doodles and old art today, rustled up while I was attempting to tidy some folders of doom. Maybe someday I will get all these bits of external storage properly organised and backed up in a sensible, logical manner that would be easy to navigate, but today is not that day. Anyway, onto the art... Starting with this impromptu scribble from a couple of years ago. This is an idea for the redraw of issue 2 of Facts About the World. It will see the light of day eventually. I am determined .  Jonesy and a bit of art style practice, which I am keen on in terms of all the texture and what-have-you... would've helped if I'd actually written down which brushes were used for all this, really. More Facts stuff, with a logo design for the Nautilus Technology Expo. This one was inspired by some retro Sega designs, mainly the PAL region logo for the Dreamcast (the blue version, superb) and the STI logo, as in Sega Technical Institute . Quite an unfortunate acronym, to say the least.....

  Before we take to rummaging around underground and hassling monsters, it's time to get yer pink acid boots on! Here's something a bit reminiscent of the mission briefing screens from Alien Trilogy. No disco dancing xenomorphs here, though; probably just as well. Much as I enjoy revisiting older games, there are some of them that are just a sod to play nowadays and Alien Trilogy probably wouldn't feel too sleek in 2026, especially with a mk 1 Sega Saturn controller (loving the stocky design, but it is a fucking torture device to work with.) The soundtrack still holds up really well though ; if you want a tasty slab of moody '90s sci-fi energy, it's a treat. Also of note, Dani here looks like she's trying to coax a cat to come over for a mard. Very relatable priorities. (Also a cat in its own little space suit would be fucking adorable. Just sayin'.)  Now onto the point of this post, starting with the thunderously unpleasant bottom of a lift shaft, riddl...

(That's a typo that happened when I was looking up Iron Lung and frankly, now I'm thinking that could be like a slang term for a really fucking challenging lunch, like the leftovers that you don't want to go to waste but at the same time you just categorically can't be bothered with them because, for example, you might be pathologically sick to the back teeth of pasta salad and could quite happily get through the rest of your life never having a painfully boring pasta salad ever again, maybe. That's an Iron Lunch.) Also Farkas. And Beansy. Colluding over a couple o' cones.  Here we also have Alan, in the lobster pose, with a bit of fluff stuck under his claw (but if you try to get said fluff out from under his claw, he will try to take your face off. He's very clear about his boundaries and I respect that.) Now onto the point of this post, which is to catch up with a disorganised assortment of encounters, with varying degrees of recentness. They're all ...