THE ILLUSTRATORS TODAY

AN EXHIBITION OF CONTEMPORARY ILLUSTRATION

To complement our longstanding annual exhibition, 'The Illustrators', the Chris Beetles Gallery is delighted to offer this celebration of the best in contemporary illustration and cartooning. Represented here are leading and much loved practitioners of picture book, literary and magazine illustration, and also of political and pocket cartoons and caricature. Characters of such classics as Aesop's fables mingle with new and recent creations, including Motor Miles and Percy the Park Keeper, while the follies of our politicians and the idiosyncrasies of our celebrities are subjected to scintillating scrutiny and satire.

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DRIVING OUT by JOHN BURNINGHAM

DRIVING OUT

THIS IS MILES by JOHN BURNINGHAM

THIS IS MILES

I WONDER WHO THAT IS FOR? by JOHN BURNINGHAM

I WONDER WHO THAT IS FOR?

AND HE DIDN'T LIKE OTHER DOGS by JOHN BURNINGHAM

AND HE DIDN'T LIKE OTHER DOGS

MILES DID NOT COME WHEN HE WAS CALLED, DID NOT LIKE GOING FOR WALKS, DID NOT LIKE HIS FOOD. OR THE RAIN. HE BARKED TOO MUCH by JOHN BURNINGHAM

MILES DID NOT COME WHEN HE WAS CALLED, DID NOT LIKE GOING FOR WALKS, DID NOT LIKE HIS FOOD. OR THE RAIN. HE BARKED TOO MUCH

AND ONCE, IN THE WINTER, THEY DROVE OUT AND PLAYED IN THE SNOW by JOHN BURNINGHAM

AND ONCE, IN THE WINTER, THEY DROVE OUT AND PLAYED IN THE SNOW

THE MICE HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL THE HUMANS HAVE GONE TO BED BEFORE THEY LOOK FOR FOOD by JOHN BURNINGHAM

THE MICE HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL THE HUMANS HAVE GONE TO BED BEFORE THEY LOOK FOR FOOD

THEY ARE THE MOUSE FAMILY by JOHN BURNINGHAM

THEY ARE THE MOUSE FAMILY

A SWING by JOHN BURNINGHAM

A SWING

BUT HE SAID NOTHING by JOHN BURNINGHAM

BUT HE SAID NOTHING

NOW AUTUMN WAS HERE, THE LEAVES WERE FALLING AND SOON IT WOULD BE WINTER by JOHN BURNINGHAM

NOW AUTUMN WAS HERE, THE LEAVES WERE FALLING AND SOON IT WOULD BE WINTER

THE GREAT MCCONIGLE by MICHAEL FOREMAN

THE GREAT MCCONIGLE

IF THE CHILD WAS THAT STRONG HE COULD ONLY GUESS AT THE IMMENSITY OF THE FATHER  by MICHAEL FOREMAN

IF THE CHILD WAS THAT STRONG HE COULD ONLY GUESS AT THE IMMENSITY OF THE FATHER

SHE PICKED HIM UP IN HER ARMS AND SHE CARRIED HIM LIKE A BABY by MICHAEL FOREMAN

SHE PICKED HIM UP IN HER ARMS AND SHE CARRIED HIM LIKE A BABY

AMADA LOST NO TIME, JUMPED ON THE BULL'S BACK AND WITH HIS SWORD AGAIN HACKED AND HEWED by MICHAEL FOREMAN

AMADA LOST NO TIME, JUMPED ON THE BULL'S BACK AND WITH HIS SWORD AGAIN HACKED AND HEWED

THE STAG SCOFFED, THREW A MOUND OF EARTH IN THE AIR IN DISDAIN, THEN LIFTED AMADA UP ON HIS HORNS by MICHAEL FOREMAN

THE STAG SCOFFED, THREW A MOUND OF EARTH IN THE AIR IN DISDAIN, THEN LIFTED AMADA UP ON HIS HORNS

HE TOOK A BIG GOUT OF AIR AND JUMPED INTO THE SKY AS LIMBER AS A SHUTTLECOCK by MICHAEL FOREMAN

HE TOOK A BIG GOUT OF AIR AND JUMPED INTO THE SKY AS LIMBER AS A SHUTTLECOCK

BEFORE NIGHT I WILL HAVE KILLED THE SILVER CAT OF THE GLEN  by MICHAEL FOREMAN

BEFORE NIGHT I WILL HAVE KILLED THE SILVER CAT OF THE GLEN

IT WAS A PALACE OF PINK STONE WITH WATERFALLS ON EITHER SIDE AND PEACOCKS IN THE FRONT GARDEN UNFURLING THEIR TAILS AND LETTING OUT THEIR MYSTERIOUS CRIES by MICHAEL FOREMAN

IT WAS A PALACE OF PINK STONE WITH WATERFALLS ON EITHER SIDE AND PEACOCKS IN THE FRONT GARDEN UNFURLING THEIR TAILS AND LETTING OUT THEIR MYSTERIOUS CRIES

HE THEN MADE HIM DRINK FROM THE THREE BOTTLES AND OUT JUMPED THE KITTENS AND BOLTED UP THE CHIMNEY  by MICHAEL FOREMAN

HE THEN MADE HIM DRINK FROM THE THREE BOTTLES AND OUT JUMPED THE KITTENS AND BOLTED UP THE CHIMNEY

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