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One for the blood moon.

Something all over the shop.

I needed inspiration and was lacking a title so, yeah...

The final doodle from my current sketchbook! As one door closes, another opens.

An ode to catnaps and snoozes of all kinds. #art #illustration #traditionalart #mixedmediaart #surreal #abstractart #experimental #lofi #outsiderart #folkart #linedrawing #collage #freeform #cutandpaste #psychedelicfolk #sleep #dream #blackoutgen #collage #artistsofinstagram #edinburgh #scotland #unitedkingdom

Something meaningful and hippie-like.

Sequel time.

More festive things! A belated Merry Christmas to you all folks. :)

A spot of Easter Monday improv.

Quiet nights in = essential for crafting new ideas...

Samhuinn thoughts and reflections...

Fun fact: This, some 34 years ago, nearly became the title of Pixar’s first short “The Adventures Of André & Wally B.”. You learn something new every day folks...

"Whirlwind 22”, an original drawing. Micron pens on archival paper. Size: 4” x 6”. Title, signature, and date in the back of the drawing. This drawing is the 22nd in a series of drawings posted over a period of 100 days. The original post date on this drawing was September 22, 2020.

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

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

When both an M. Night Shyamalan film and a controversial German novel inspire you at the same time...

A mistake I’m sure we’ll all be able to relate to, heheheh.

As it says on the tin! Don’t let those bastards grind you down.

I know it’s a little early to start thinking about the next decade, but I needed the inspiration...

The madnesses conspired, and this was the result.

The creative demon possessing me at the time must’ve either been Mark E. Smith or Radiohead’s ‘Hail To The Thief’ shaped, judging by the lyrics of this one..

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...

One for the mindless...

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...

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

He dies with the honor of his ancestors, among the trees, not strung up on a dead one like his brothers or forced to work like a slave as his sisters. He dies a proud alf. His are the kin of the trees. The others that live on in the cities are traitors! Their blood is poison now. He takes as many knights as he can. Tonight the Elvin folks perish.And so ... Goodknight

For believers in everything spiritual and all that jazz.

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

Art therapy is good therapy.