My official website is a dead zombie duck wandering the internet wasteland looking for brains and finding none, especially on facebook. This blog was started as a random drawing/story project about proto feminist zombies...er yeh seemed like a good idea at the time. Now it is just a blog about my art in general with the occasional feminist zombie thrown in

Saturday 30 November 2013


I opened my hands
and from them flew a bird
it soared to the heavens
never to return


Wednesday 27 November 2013


A sketchy drawing from yesterday, first one in quite awhile. Isn't my best but is a start to getting back into drawing again.

Tuesday 26 November 2013

Well I did do a drawing today but can't decided whether or not it is awful! I guess I haven't seriously drawn anything in a year at least so like anything if you don't keep it up your skill goes. I'll look at it tomorrow and decide after a sleep whether to post it up here or, burn it and start over. In the meantime here are two old pictures. One is a detail from a painting called 'the fall' the other is a page from a sketchbook done for the sketchbook project NY.

Go to: http://www.sketchbookproject.com/users/jonprocter/artwork to see more stuff I did for the sketchbook project.



improvisation through practice amp without any effects apart from some fire


orange coloured concrete over rain soaked streets
cracked tiled steps under aching feet
broken building walls and forest canopies
can you explain how all this came to be
unnatural urban jungle of grey cold stone
overbearing neon alienating everyone
this grey cold stone
grey cold stone
burying everyone
we
 are 
 the 
 foundation
of 
a
ruined
tomorrow

breaking practice amp+bad guitarist+monkey wearing glasses=bad freakout monkey music


I'm planning on doing a drawing today, don't know exactly what it will be yet but think I will go with a music themed piece. ATP was pretty amazing and inspiring, really great to see some excellent live music.

Highlights for me would be seeing LOW for the first time, they were just incredible, delicate at times and then growing to all out fuzz distortion apocalyptic destruction. Lee Ranaldo and the Dust were also really great, I saw them awhile back at the Brudenell in Leeds they killed it there and really killed it at ATP too. They are crazy tight and the songs Lee is writing post sonic youth are really amazing and heart felt.

Chelsea Light Moving were great too, it is interesting to see what each member of sonic youth is doing now. While Lee Ranaldo has gone down almost a classic rock band sound with occasional noise freakout thrown in for good messure, Thurston has seemingly traveled back in time to no-wave New York and is creating songs made from scraping all the sonic memories caught in the walls of CBGB's. The results of both bands are, in my mind, amazing and soften the blow of never seeing sonic youth again. CLM makes me want to go out and buy a fuzz and octave distortion and bring the house down around me through sonic warfare. (Groovy and Linda being a definite inspiration there ''DON'T SHOOT!! WE ARE YOUR CHILDREN!! DON'T SHOOT!!'') The dust make me want to actually learn to play guitar...ha.

Anyway before this blog becomes some pretentious naval gazing music review blog (as if anyone reads it or gives a shit and as opposed to it being a pretentious naval gazing doodle blog no one actually looks at or reads) I'll just say that other band highlights were: PORN, mum, magik markers, the haxan cloak and seeing mr Har Mar superstar selling massages in the merch shop and people actually fucking buying them.

Anyway here are some older pictures I did a while back for an exhibition in Helmsley, I'm going to dust them off and take them to a Vintage  Pop Up shop in Birmingham and hopefully somebody will like them enough to buy them.








Monday 25 November 2013

Well, It's been a long time since I last made a post on here. It's been a bit of a crappy year and I've not really been drawing too much. I'm hoping to get a lovely digital camera for Christmas which will help me document and upload some of my bigger paintings. So I will be putting some of them up and hopefully getting my painting mojo back and doing some large scale canvas paintings again. (I've started one so far and another 3 are halfway done)

In the meantime I may dust of the old brush pen and do a picture tomorrow and upload it, wonders will never cease.

I've just got back from 3 days of alcohol intoxication at All Tomorrows Parties festival and feel mentally and physically drained but very happy. Saw lots of great bands and got to be with some old friends. While drunk and lying on the floor I wrote a bad poem on my mobile:

We are building houses of venom,
my hands are cut,
but they spill no blood.

I coil them gently around your neck,
and
squeeze.

Above is the zenith,
not far above.

We can accomplish any goal,
kill ourselves,
quick or slow.

Preprogrammed virtual destinations,
to travel without moving,
and arrive screaming,

Covered in guilt.

         Soaked in blood.

Just follow the yellow line and go,
everywhere,
nowhere.

These are our forests,
turned to wood.

When all the horizons point to zero,
a no real destination.

All beginnings just mark an end,
you,
   
      have,

              arrived.