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Marie Kranker, Casual Latex and a Hood by IanCookeTapia Marie Kranker, Casual Latex and a Hood :iconiancooketapia:IanCookeTapia 7 0 FitnessDrone - Retrofitness by IanCookeTapia FitnessDrone - Retrofitness :iconiancooketapia:IanCookeTapia 15 4 Ingrid Third, CyberPatrol by IanCookeTapia Ingrid Third, CyberPatrol :iconiancooketapia:IanCookeTapia 19 0 Pugenie by IanCookeTapia Pugenie :iconiancooketapia:IanCookeTapia 2 0 My True Uniform by IanCookeTapia
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John Steinbeck, Page 002 by IanCookeTapia John Steinbeck, Page 002 :iconiancooketapia:IanCookeTapia 1 0 John Steinbeck, Page 001 by IanCookeTapia John Steinbeck, Page 001 :iconiancooketapia:IanCookeTapia 0 0 The Lover Statues, and the Canal by IanCookeTapia The Lover Statues, and the Canal :iconiancooketapia:IanCookeTapia 4 2 Job Offer by Free Will Inc by IanCookeTapia Job Offer by Free Will Inc :iconiancooketapia:IanCookeTapia 50 3 Bowsette sans Tail by IanCookeTapia Bowsette sans Tail :iconiancooketapia:IanCookeTapia 3 0 Bowsette by IanCookeTapia Bowsette :iconiancooketapia:IanCookeTapia 8 0 Sunday Swimmer Sketch #1 by IanCookeTapia Sunday Swimmer Sketch #1 :iconiancooketapia:IanCookeTapia 9 0 El Rage by IanCookeTapia El Rage :iconiancooketapia:IanCookeTapia 3 0 Haigure Teacher by IanCookeTapia Haigure Teacher :iconiancooketapia:IanCookeTapia 5 0 Cardiff - Barrack Lane by IanCookeTapia Cardiff - Barrack Lane :iconiancooketapia:IanCookeTapia 1 0 Cardiff - Buttermilk Park by IanCookeTapia Cardiff - Buttermilk Park :iconiancooketapia:IanCookeTapia 4 0

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Ian Cooke Tapia
Artist | Professional | Varied
United Kingdom
Writing and illustration are my weapons of choice, and in these I explore many formats. Poetry and essays and articles and short stories, erotic, non-erotic, realistic and surrealistic and sometimes extremely lyrical; through these formats I attempt to explore the guacho of consciousness inside my head, and in effect produce something that will trigger that moment in the reader when they have to put down the book, stare at eternity, and reconsider their entire sense of being. (Or just entertain them for a couple of hours – I am flexible). As an illustrator I am a print-maker, a photographer, a model at times, a biennial painter, mostly a drawer, and often a furniture maker; I’ve been a circus performer, and a background shape on television and film. Over the years I’ve struggled with not becoming a true master in any skill, but I realise that it is the learning process, the fact that I will always be improving, that keeps me going and has me picking up ways of working (which are, essentially, ways of thinking and problem solving) like a hunter-gatherer picks up food on the way to their next home. Flexibility and adaptability is what this approach affords me, and this has allowed me to work with a variety of subjects and people.
It is a well meaning hell, to find meanings between unrelated and sometimes opposed thoughts. But it is a hell that is a load of fun to explore and get lost in and come out the other side redder than a lobster in a magma reservoir, but holding to a body of really powerful work.
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Previous in the series can be found HERE.



My own story was of fragments and incomplete exploration

I wandered Glasgow for five days, and in that quintuple I came to realise that we experience urban transience as flashes of narratives (flash fiction, if you will) that we cannot hope to fully comprehend. Is this because of the nature of walking as commute? To move from one point to the other in a haze of selective ignorance, a temporality of being that is exacerbated if we know our way too well. Earphones with music, podcasts, radio or, in the absence of that, daydreaming; to walk means to not be present, oftentimes. And what about the pressing spectrum of lateness? Nothing shuts you off to unnecessary distractions than needing to rush to catch a train. Something needs to happen for us to consider the many flashes and images we see before us, and have seen too many times, in a new light.

My own story was of fragments and incomplete exploration, of course, and, depending on your definition, as a curator of sorts. I stepped onto this Scottish this city of hurrahs, high spirits, urban decay, friendly greetings, and harsh words shouted in thick accents, with my camera often dangling from my neck. My aesthetic eye looks for the forgotten, the abandoned, the corners where plastic wrappers wait in vain to decompose and where rust turns the once mighty to dust. I was a walker amongst many, momentarily trying to understand the impossible forces of chance, circumstance, time and death as I passed, glanced, moved past them too quickly to consider their existence fully. An indecipherable number of images flashing before my mind’s eye each telling its own story and then… nothing. Gone. Captured by my shutter. I moved on and that story no longer held my interest, at least until I reviewed what was held by my camera’s SD card. Compartmentalisation, it is all gone once the senses cannot perceive it. The photographs I took represent one angle at a time, one point of view, one singular moment in time as digital code translated into visual material; these are both success in a creative sense as well as a failure from my part at truly being present – for my own aesthetic sense requires me to traverse the space, never to fully, wholly inhabit it. The urban wandering way is how I chose to tell these...




Read the whole article here.
  • Reading: The People of Paper, by Salvador Plasciencia
  • Watching: Vinesauce MGS2 Let's Play
  • Drinking: Mate

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Marie Kranker, Casual Latex and a Hood
Originally a drawing of Marie Kranker from Ed, Edd n' Eddy (which I have a version of without the hood), which I then fetishized even more. Casual latex under jeans? Yes please.

 This and the full image was available early for my Patreons, who get access not just to exclusive content but to early work. If you'd like to support me in making more kinky art and writing, consider going over to my PATREON and for as little as 1USD a month you get everything. EVERYTHING.


You can find a backlog of writing and illustration on my website. As well as a blog now talking about life as an artist, travel, and fascinating thoughts.


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Previous in the series can be found HERE.



My own story was of fragments and incomplete exploration

I wandered Glasgow for five days, and in that quintuple I came to realise that we experience urban transience as flashes of narratives (flash fiction, if you will) that we cannot hope to fully comprehend. Is this because of the nature of walking as commute? To move from one point to the other in a haze of selective ignorance, a temporality of being that is exacerbated if we know our way too well. Earphones with music, podcasts, radio or, in the absence of that, daydreaming; to walk means to not be present, oftentimes. And what about the pressing spectrum of lateness? Nothing shuts you off to unnecessary distractions than needing to rush to catch a train. Something needs to happen for us to consider the many flashes and images we see before us, and have seen too many times, in a new light.

My own story was of fragments and incomplete exploration, of course, and, depending on your definition, as a curator of sorts. I stepped onto this Scottish this city of hurrahs, high spirits, urban decay, friendly greetings, and harsh words shouted in thick accents, with my camera often dangling from my neck. My aesthetic eye looks for the forgotten, the abandoned, the corners where plastic wrappers wait in vain to decompose and where rust turns the once mighty to dust. I was a walker amongst many, momentarily trying to understand the impossible forces of chance, circumstance, time and death as I passed, glanced, moved past them too quickly to consider their existence fully. An indecipherable number of images flashing before my mind’s eye each telling its own story and then… nothing. Gone. Captured by my shutter. I moved on and that story no longer held my interest, at least until I reviewed what was held by my camera’s SD card. Compartmentalisation, it is all gone once the senses cannot perceive it. The photographs I took represent one angle at a time, one point of view, one singular moment in time as digital code translated into visual material; these are both success in a creative sense as well as a failure from my part at truly being present – for my own aesthetic sense requires me to traverse the space, never to fully, wholly inhabit it. The urban wandering way is how I chose to tell these...




Read the whole article here.
  • Reading: The People of Paper, by Salvador Plasciencia
  • Watching: Vinesauce MGS2 Let's Play
  • Drinking: Mate
FitnessDrone - Retrofitness
I feel very confident with how I am drawing on my tablet. Very confident.

This pin-up was made for myself, of course, and was available earlier on my Patreon and Instagram.




You can find a backlog of writing and illustration on my website. As well as a blog now talking about life as an artist, travel, and fascinating thoughts.


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Ingrid Third, CyberPatrol
This illustration was available first to my lovely Patreons. Consider supporting me. For just 1USD a month you get early access to all my illustrations and short stories. For more, you get to tell me what you want drawn.

You can find a backlog of writing and illustration on my website. As well as a blog now talking about life as an artist, travel, and fascinating thoughts.



I hadn't thought about the show Fillmore for more than ten years. Not quite a favourite, as it didn't air consistently or well enough. I have the feeling that I would've been more into procedurals had I watched it more.

In my defense, I have never watched Ghost in the Shell and it was only AFTER I came up with the jacket that I realised that, yeah... Ingrid here looks a bit too much like someone else. Then again, it is a common look in 90s action women.
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Pugenie
The Puginie is a mythical creature whose vessel can only be found in the depths of pet shops in remote locations. But beware, for the Pugenie cannot understand any wish made upon its self.

 Original watercolour and digital manipulation print. Available for sale on RedBubble 

 
Want to see more work like this? Pop over to my website for more content, and if you'd like to support me consider checking out my Patreon out. For just 1 USD you can get exclusive access to new content, sneak peaks of future work, and the possibility of getting your own piece of original art.
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Thanks for the Watch

hope you enjoy :)
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Hey, thanks for the watch.
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Thanks for the watch mate!  :D
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