Welcome to the creative hub for Illustrator and Creative Adventurer Andy Medcraft

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Can you believe it’s July already? The pandemic has really messed with our calendars hasn’t it!

So, where are you missing most of all right now?

If I could wave a magic wand and make this all go away, where would be the first place you would head to?

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Sometimes boats get stuck in trees, but only when it’s particularly cloudy…
I’m going to write a poem for my niece so when I get to meet her for the first time, I can read it to her. I’m going to illustrate it too and turn it into a little book for her so our first conversation will be captured forever.
This pic? Nah, this is from a completely different project but I loved the idea of the boat in the tree. I’m tempted to play around with that idea a bit more… 

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I just want to share this little guy with you. As you all know, I’m a hand drawn illustrator/cartoonist using pencils that smudge, pens that run and colours that bleed. It’s messy but I love it. And if I squeeze my eyes shut really tightly and wish really hard, I know that one day I can make this a full time, hugely successful career from the comfort of my kitchen table…

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It’s been a bumpy couple of months so please accept my apologies for lack of content. Unfortunately I contracted COVID19 and was hospitalised for a few weeks. Although I am home now, the recovery process is much longer and slower than I anticipated. I am not a very patient patient!

I have warmed up the crayons a couple of times and also managed to entertain the nurses on my ward with a few doodles but even drawing is tiring so the lack of content reflects my lack of creativity.

I sincerely hope you are all keeping well and safe and staying inside as much as possible. If you are being creative, I’d love to see your stuff. Send it over to me via the Facebook app so I can see what you’ve been up to.

In the meantime, here’s what I smuggled out of the hospital when I left…

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I’m keeping my Wednesday nights free to just completely emerse myself in all things creative. It’s my day to warm up the crayons.

Tonight I’m back to scribbling trees – my absolute favourite doodles. I can’t share this one until after its presented but I can sneak you a peek at the progress…

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If you have visited the friedandy Facebook page recently you may have read the first edit of ‘Raymond and the Christmas Something’ – if you didn’t, there still time. The plan for this year is to turn it into an ebook ready for Christmas 2020. This weekend I’ve been playing around with Eskimo, one of the three main characters, and realised I’d written his voice and character a lot like my own! Originally he was going to be the Santa figure but as the story evolves I can see a collaboration with THE Santa so I’ve combined the two. Yes, this could very well be the lovechild of Santa an I!!! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Eskimo…
*Well, his head anyway…

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Clattering saucepan lids in the street at the strike of midnight on New Year’s Eve is pretty much folklore now. Instead we’ve turned to fireworks, Jools Holland and drinking until our livers ache – all whilst posting on social media with flattering filters. The majority of us will make New Year’s Resolutions. My news feed will fill up with “new year – new me” posts followed by a list of positive changes played out publicly for a week or two and then shelved by most for another year.
Last year I posted my own list but by February life events took a turn and deathstarred my whole fucking planet! It’s left me scarred. But, like most of us, it adds to the existing battle scars our lives inflict upon us. Some of us wear them as medals of honour, others hide them under ill-fitting clothes. My clothes don’t fit anymore.

2020 promises so much, what with it being the start of a new decade, but I’m not pinning an unrealistic postcard image of how it’s going to pan out. Not all of it is going to be pretty. We have the ugly mess that is Brexit to sort through and I personally have redundancy on the horizon.

The prospect of being forcibly made unemployed is doubly difficult when I’m also having to protect third parties who project their own fears and anxieties about my redundancy onto my canvas. But it’s taught me about support and, if you can excuse the tree-huggy term: self-worth.

When I was an art student I was surrounded by creative, like-minded people. It was competitive but it was inspiring and a driver to push and explore and develop. We all believed in each other’s talents and we rallied and supported and encouraged.

One by one, the majority of us fell into the machine and were swallowed up by expectations, responsibilities and dependants far away from a colour chart or a paintbrush sat overnight in thinners. Third parties were no longer like-minded creatives and well-intended advice and opinion was delivered from a world we didn’t belong to and as we stepped further into the machine our lights dimmed – but they never went out…

Twice I’ve had an opportunity to step closer to the edge but never had the confidence to actually step off.

This is the third time.

This time I have a strong sense that everything is aligning and whatever greater power has a hand in this, has realised there’s nobody here to offer their hand and has therefore slowed everything down so I can just step off and test the water. In addition, my SWOT analysis indicates the redundancy package is good. The timescales are good. The foundations are good. I’d be a fool not to. And, to be perfectly honest, I’m not getting any younger. This could be my last chance.  

I posted on a professional forum that I was being made redundant and asked for advice. I didn’t edit my request and knew I would receive responses guiding me to do things I’d already anticipated but I was hoping to get a few little nuggets of advice that I’d not even considered. The two nuggets that struck me most were:

(1) not to use my redundancy payment as my safety net but to instead start squirrelling away as much money as possible in anticipation of the redundancy date and to use my redundancy money as a loan that would need paying back should I need to dip into it for any reason.

(2) to work on myself in much the same way that I work on my professional development. To find ways to manage stress, stay healthy and look good from a marketing sense – essentially becoming the product (or at least the tool).

And this is where I am right now. At the cusp of two chapters, and regardless of self-doubt and projected third party fear, it’s actually quite exciting to stand here staring off into the future…


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I popped along to the Keith Haring exhibition at Liverpool Tate (he is a hero of mine) and it got me thinking about the materials he used as canvas. A lot was on “borrowed” items from building sites and stuff that was seen as surplus to requirements. I realised that in creating my trees and framing them, packaging them and posting then out, I was left with a lot of odds and ends and just like my dad, I held on to them, thinking they might just come in useful one day. So today I made it happen. The texture on some of the card I was tucking away was perfect for the trees.
And so this happened…

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HellooOoo eggs.
It’s been a bit quiet here on the friedandy page. As you’re aware, we lost Niall’s mum (the Mole) in February and after creating our own little mole (friedandy style) for her order of service in March, the pens have had a bit of a rest. However, the brain hasn’t! This wkend I’ve been pulling together the plans for 2019 and beyond… (echo echo echo)
You’ll be please to know I have a few free downloads for the kids and I’ve given the Etsy ship a good facelift. The shelves are still empty but they’re sparkling clean now and ready to stock. Obviously you’ll be the first to know when things go live.
I just want to say a huge thank you to everybody who got in touch and everybody who has supported my friedandy venture so far. You are all super stars xXx