Another colour mandala

Pens

Another colour mandala

Pens


Purpley Mandala
Pens

Purpley Mandala

Pens


Multicoloured Mandala
Pens

Multicoloured Mandala

Pens


Oil paint

Oil paint


A mandala for my brother.
You can see pen marks because my pens are increasingly on their last legs.
Pen

A mandala for my brother.

You can see pen marks because my pens are increasingly on their last legs.

Pen


Mandala doodling with instant coffee and a paintbrush.

Mandala doodling with instant coffee and a paintbrush.


Stars and Elephants, two of my favourite things.

Watercolour, marker, pen.

Stars and Elephants, two of my favourite things.

Watercolour, marker, pen.


Another dictionary piece. E is for Eerie.
Watercolour, pen.

Another dictionary piece. E is for Eerie.

Watercolour, pen.


Sometimes we take our monsters with us.
Pen, watercolour.

Sometimes we take our monsters with us.

Pen, watercolour.


Pens, pencil, tea.

Pens, pencil, tea.


Mandala doodling.
Pens.

Mandala doodling.

Pens.


I love L.S Lowry’s “Head of a Man with Red Eyes” (there are only two self-portraits by Lowry, both similar, the one I am talking about is the earlier of the two). I saw it for the very first time in the height of my depression, and it really spoke to me. It captured the way I felt (and even the way I looked) at the time, and every time I see it, I feel such an affinity with it. I’ve copied it a number of times at changing, turbulent periods of my life and this is the most recent. 
I can’t really explain what exactly it is that Lowry’s portrait says to me, but seeing it at the right place and at the right time really solidified it as one of my favourite portraits of all time.
Oil, pen.

I love L.S Lowry’s “Head of a Man with Red Eyes” (there are only two self-portraits by Lowry, both similar, the one I am talking about is the earlier of the two). I saw it for the very first time in the height of my depression, and it really spoke to me. It captured the way I felt (and even the way I looked) at the time, and every time I see it, I feel such an affinity with it. I’ve copied it a number of times at changing, turbulent periods of my life and this is the most recent. 

I can’t really explain what exactly it is that Lowry’s portrait says to me, but seeing it at the right place and at the right time really solidified it as one of my favourite portraits of all time.

Oil, pen.


One of my housemates has asked me to doodle some ideas for a Sri Lanka themed tattoo, this is my first doodle. Inspired by the Perahera, a Buddhist festival held in Sri Lanka featuring lots of elephants and amazing costumes. The outline is a map of the island, the ‘pearl of Asia’.Pens, watercolours, gold oil paint. 

One of my housemates has asked me to doodle some ideas for a Sri Lanka themed tattoo, this is my first doodle. Inspired by the Perahera, a Buddhist festival held in Sri Lanka featuring lots of elephants and amazing costumes. The outline is a map of the island, the ‘pearl of Asia’.

Pens, watercolours, gold oil paint. 


Normal elephant doodling has resumed. A floral one this time.
Pens

Normal elephant doodling has resumed. A floral one this time.

Pens


My nana died of breast cancer in 2010. As those of you on social media will know, there’s been a mass posting of ‘naked selfies’ in order to raise awareness and money for cancer research. One day, I went on Facebook, and my cousin had nominated me and with her selfie she had posted a dedication to my nana, and my great nana (who died in 2012 of cancer-related complications). Although I support the awareness and money raised for cancer research, the dedication my cousin had posted niggled at a part of my brain. To me, a naked selfie was too easy, too simple, to show how much the loss impacted me and us as a family.
This portrait is drawn from the last photo I took of my nana, with her headscarf and her clip on earring in the style of the Johannes Vermeer ‘Girl with a Pearl Earring’. It’s a portrait that I’ve wanted to do for a long time, but my frustration and emotional involvement have meant I’ve given up many times. This isn’t a perfect painting, but it’s my dedication to my nana.
Oil paint on cardboard

My nana died of breast cancer in 2010. As those of you on social media will know, there’s been a mass posting of ‘naked selfies’ in order to raise awareness and money for cancer research. One day, I went on Facebook, and my cousin had nominated me and with her selfie she had posted a dedication to my nana, and my great nana (who died in 2012 of cancer-related complications). Although I support the awareness and money raised for cancer research, the dedication my cousin had posted niggled at a part of my brain. To me, a naked selfie was too easy, too simple, to show how much the loss impacted me and us as a family.

This portrait is drawn from the last photo I took of my nana, with her headscarf and her clip on earring in the style of the Johannes Vermeer ‘Girl with a Pearl Earring’. It’s a portrait that I’ve wanted to do for a long time, but my frustration and emotional involvement have meant I’ve given up many times. This isn’t a perfect painting, but it’s my dedication to my nana.

Oil paint on cardboard