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Getting there, though the detailing on the tree up top is going to take a long long time! #illustration #drawing #artistsontumblr

Getting there, though the detailing on the tree up top is going to take a long long time! #illustration #drawing #artistsontumblr

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I took this just the other day, a rose on the side of my parents house.

I took this just the other day, a rose on the side of my parents house.

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The Bubbles Were Constellations - John William Evelyn, 2014. 0.05mm & 0.03mm pen on watercolour paper
"He drew another breath and, upon it’s release, sent a flurry of bubbles forth into the sky. They bobbed and danced as they floated up onward into the depths of the night. Some would reach such heights that, in drawing closer to the moon, began to pulse and swell until, with a jubilant pop, they blossomed into tiny stars.
As each star drifted, nearing their own silent place of rest in the night sky, they began to glow a brilliant, dazzling white.
Once the bustle of bubbles had dissipated and the stars were sat proudly in their sleepy clime, he set his frothy, bubble concoction down on the ground at his side and settled for a moment.
With the constellations in place at last, it was finally time for him to make good on the preparations he had dutifully laboured over. Come tomorrow night, he would lower his modest ship onto the bed of clouds below and set sail. He would follow the magnificent new map that was now proudly blinking and glistening overhead.”
- Excerpt from 'To Climb, To Fall From Trees', my current work in progress.

The Bubbles Were Constellations - John William Evelyn, 2014. 0.05mm & 0.03mm pen on watercolour paper

"He drew another breath and, upon it’s release, sent a flurry of bubbles forth into the sky. They bobbed and danced as they floated up onward into the depths of the night. Some would reach such heights that, in drawing closer to the moon, began to pulse and swell until, with a jubilant pop, they blossomed into tiny stars.

As each star drifted, nearing their own silent place of rest in the night sky, they began to glow a brilliant, dazzling white.

Once the bustle of bubbles had dissipated and the stars were sat proudly in their sleepy clime, he set his frothy, bubble concoction down on the ground at his side and settled for a moment.

With the constellations in place at last, it was finally time for him to make good on the preparations he had dutifully laboured over. Come tomorrow night, he would lower his modest ship onto the bed of clouds below and set sail. He would follow the magnificent new map that was now proudly blinking and glistening overhead.”

- Excerpt from 'To Climb, To Fall From Trees', my current work in progress.

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The Land And The Sea - John William Evelyn, 2014. 0.05mm & 0.03mm pen
"Whilst the Land and the Sea bickered as only the Land and the Sea ever could…"
from my current work-in-progress book "To Climb, To Fall From Trees"

The Land And The Sea - John William Evelyn, 2014. 0.05mm & 0.03mm pen

"Whilst the Land and the Sea bickered as only the Land and the Sea ever could…"

from my current work-in-progress book "To Climb, To Fall From Trees"

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Apologies for the delay between updates lately! I’ve been beavering away on my new book. I really want this to be a marked improvement over the quality of my last book so I’m throwing everything I have at these new scribbles.
I’ll have some brand new drawings to share very very soon though and I hope it’ll be worth the wait!
In the meantime I’m continuing to post regular work-in-progress shots over on instagram under the name @johnwilliamevelyn, please do drop by if you’d like to take a look.
thank you,
- John

Apologies for the delay between updates lately! I’ve been beavering away on my new book. I really want this to be a marked improvement over the quality of my last book so I’m throwing everything I have at these new scribbles.

I’ll have some brand new drawings to share very very soon though and I hope it’ll be worth the wait!

In the meantime I’m continuing to post regular work-in-progress shots over on instagram under the name @johnwilliamevelyn, please do drop by if you’d like to take a look.

thank you,

- John

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The rather excellent Young Gold Teeth indulged me a little by giving me my first interview about my illustrations and writing. In it we talked digital permanence, day dreaming and a little about the book I’m currently working on: ‘To Climb, To Fall From Trees’.

It’s a seriously cool site so even if you don’t really want to read me waffling on it’s definitely worth a look for the great art Emily & co post over there regularly.

thanks!

- John

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The Night Of The Low Moon - John William Evelyn, 2014. 0.05mm & 0.03mm pen on 300gsm watercolour paper.
Brand new illustration for my work-in-progress new book: 'To Climb, To Fall From Trees' - due for release Summer 2014

The Night Of The Low Moon - John William Evelyn, 2014. 0.05mm & 0.03mm pen on 300gsm watercolour paper.

Brand new illustration for my work-in-progress new book: 'To Climb, To Fall From Trees' - due for release Summer 2014

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An excerpt from my new book ‘To Climb, To Fall From Trees’ - due for release Summer 2014 - John William Evelyn

"You shouldn’t climb trees unless you’re happy to fall from them." He called out, immediately recoiling at his clumsy choice of greeting.

To his surprise, with eyes still closed she replied in a rather stern tone “Some fear the very idea of falling so they never climb at all…besides if we never fell the climb would not make our hearts dance in our chests.”

He felt quite sheepish and hurriedly continued, “I suppose there aren’t many trees at all where I’m from if I’m to be entirely honest.”
With this she slowly revealed her eyes to him and replied, “Today is a beautiful day, why not try your hand at climbing, or indeed falling for that matter.”

An excerpt from my new book ‘To Climb, To Fall From Trees’ - due for release Summer 2014 - John William Evelyn

"You shouldn’t climb trees unless you’re happy to fall from them." He called out, immediately recoiling at his clumsy choice of greeting.

To his surprise, with eyes still closed she replied in a rather stern tone “Some fear the very idea of falling so they never climb at all…besides if we never fell the climb would not make our hearts dance in our chests.”

He felt quite sheepish and hurriedly continued, “I suppose there aren’t many trees at all where I’m from if I’m to be entirely honest.”

With this she slowly revealed her eyes to him and replied, “Today is a beautiful day, why not try your hand at climbing, or indeed falling for that matter.”

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'She Is Home' -  John William Evelyn, 2014
She sewed the land with homes of her own design, hoping that one day she might realise what she sought; That she might conjure a familiar doorstep to call her own. Despite all this, even though she considered herself to be forever lost, to those that walked in her shadow she was home itself.

'She Is Home' -  John William Evelyn, 2014

She sewed the land with homes of her own design, hoping that one day she might realise what she sought; That she might conjure a familiar doorstep to call her own. Despite all this, even though she considered herself to be forever lost, to those that walked in her shadow she was home itself.

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'Stolen To The Air' -  John William Evelyn, 2014
The Air grew cold, so the Land offered her his cloak. The Air’s heart was restless still and so countless threads were torn away, stolen to the air. And on that day, the birds were born to the sky.

'Stolen To The Air' -  John William Evelyn, 2014

The Air grew cold, so the Land offered her his cloak. The Air’s heart was restless still and so countless threads were torn away, stolen to the air. And on that day, the birds were born to the sky.