The artwork of Siobhan Alcaide

Fish to water. Shibby to art.

Storyboard September 27, 2010

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Sorry it’s a little late, but I finally found some new (note: about 3 years old) stuff to put up on here.

The storyboard is part of the story that her and I were making back then involving the Ghibli-styled plot.

NB. I’m thinking of restarting the story, but that’ll be determined on my workload during my final year at university.



Sullivan June 18, 2010

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Jiten here and after a highly disappointing game of football I am very bored.  Consequently, I thought I’d promote a friend of mine and Shib’s.  Said friend is Sajan Rai – a certifiable freak.  He draws and writes here and from it I’ve taken a story fragment that is comedy genius in its most idiotic form.  There’s background to it all, but I’ll let this describe it:

OKAY So basically my good friend asked me for story ideas and I jokingly said “write about a man with guns instead of arms”. He surprised himself by writing an oddly dark piece –

I decided to write a less-serious piece to accompany his, so we could compare them after completion. Mine reads like a terrible, terrible sequel to his.


by Sajan Rai

Kaleidoscopes of colour slid over her face, the whites of her eyes flashing suggestively with neon lights. Sullivan had caught a glance of her from afar. She moved like a petal fluttering in summer breeze. He was drawn to her like a horny bee.

He said hello, so did she. They spoke a little – but neither knew what the other said. The deafening bass spoke for them as their hips connected. They danced for a while before she motioned for him to join her outside of the club. He twisted and turned his way through the maze of drug addicts, naïve teens and corporate wolves – careful not to brush against any of them. They weren’t like him. He was different.

The thumping drones became muffled as he stepped into the biting cold air,  scented with plumes of cigarette smoke.

She sat down and began rolling up.

“So what’s your name?”


She laughed. His erection died significantly.

“Nice name…you don’t mind flavoured rizla do you?”

“I don’t Smokeullivan”


He lowered his head embarrassed, accidentally making an odd squeaking noise as he breathed inwardly.

She laughed nervously and continued rolling.

“So where are you fromullivan?” he blurted out, noisily.

“North London…what about you?”


Her giggle was hoarse and pig-like. “You’re funny…why do you keep doing that at the end of your words? I mean, sentences?”

“I can’t say…it’s a defect i’ve had since my Gullivans.”



“Sounds like a disease.”

He stared at the stars, the exclaimed, “Maybe Humanity is a diseaseullivan.”

The silence that followed was abrupt, odd and magical. She stood up with her rolled cigarette, it was lond and thing, like her figure.  She swept back her hair.

“Shit…I don’t have a light…do you have one Sullivan?”

“Yes I do.”

“What happened to the ullivan-“

But before she could finish he had swept back his sleeves to reveal that instead of arms he had two extraordinarily-sized guns – disproportionate to the rest of his body. He swung his shoulders clumsily to swing his right gun to an angle matching the height of her cigarette. Then he let blow. Her cigarette grew alight and smoke came off it.


He waved them about and performed a dance that he liked to call the Twistullivan. She had left by the time he had finished, as had many other people who had been standing outside. He faced his empty audience as the sound of police cars faded into existence.

Apologies for any disturbance caused from your laughter…


Who am I? February 6, 2010

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next few pictures are gonna be of my OC’s Kelsey and Dia from a story concept of mine.

they’re both a bit lost in their heads, but in their own ways.

This girly is Kelsey.

Style was inspired by Sarah Burgess (i hope i spelt her name right)

i recently bought her comic “Far-Out-Mantic”

it. is. awesome.


Low Contrast Horror October 2, 2009



More of the same as yesterday, but with more manipulation in the background.


Otaku – The Over-Imaginative Girl August 10, 2009



Shib’s art final piece for AS Level Art (I think) is this front cover for her story, loosely connected to her brother’s short film also entitled ‘Otaku’.


More OCs June 25, 2009

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These characters are quite abandoned now.  But good nonetheless.  As part of a story we were creating last summer, they are the main creations in a Ghibli-esque fantasy tale.


Circus of the Mind 1 June 18, 2009

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“Ermmm… this is the beginning of my story I did for my final major project called “Circus of the Mind” .

A girl is being left home alone… 🙂 will post the rest of the books when I take them home next week