art therapy

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!

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...

Acrylic, glitter, ink, fabric. My daughter wanted a picture of one of her favourite flowers, the gerbera to fit into a new picture frame.

Weekend unwinding with my paints and pen.

Breaking into July the way I know best.

One for the mindless...

Another song for dreams.

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

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...