Hello, my name is Bleu Hope,
and I'm a doodle addict. Edinburgh, Scotland, UK

A little bit about myself? Well, keeping it brief was never my style but everything's better than nothing. My name is Bleu (rhymes with 'blue', and is more than likely a product of my parents having a Bob Geldof/Paula Yates phase they've yet to tell me about) and to put it bluntly art is my life, and creating and making is what I live for. You'll also find me over here, where you'll find my digital art and photography: https://www.instagram.com/bleu.hope/

I specialize in collage, drawing, illustration, mixed media art, pen and ink.

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Youll Discover/Keep Returning, October 2019.

Musing on allsorts.

“Fridays (Fragments Of)”, September 2019.

Friday nights make good gig nights. This was inspired by one such event that happened not too long ago. :)

“Lo-Fi Spaghetti Monster Encounter #5”, September 2019.

Says it all and yet, nothing.

“Sky High/Changelings (L.W. #2)”, September 2019.

Something regarding seasonal changes.

I’ve encountered an awful lot of reprobates in my life so far. This piece is dedicated to a particular group of them...

During the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, I'm inundated with flyers. A bit of a burden to some, but in my case they have their uses...

Inspired by a very drum and music heavy weekend that's just left us. Cracking times had by all I'd say!

“Oil War At The All Talking Wedding”, July 2019.

The madnesses conspired, and this was the result.

Taking some inspiration from Robert Louis Stevenson whilst throwing in a touch of my own madness too!

Another song for dreams.

I cut up one lyric, and then another...and then, booyah!

Of all the dreams I’ve had in my life, the one I had back in July of 2007 as a 14 year old seems to have stuck somewhere in my memory the longest. It involved some airy-fairy death and rebirth of the world and it all got very 2001-sy real quick. Here’s a retelling of that story...ish.

Long story short I needed a title, and prior to that my phone opted to have some sort of techno-stroke earlier in the day, and I took inspiration from this. So, yeah...

I overheard the term ‘feeding the muse’ after what felt like an age and two halves at some point this week, so I figured I’d utilise it as a source of inspiration (and corrupt it in the name of art) somehow...