life

Originally inspired by the occult fiction of the seventies, this began life as a cover concept for a commercial horror anthology. It later transitioned away and became a personal project, granting me more freedom with its content, and a return to one of my favourite themes – the offsetting of monstrosity with beauty.⁣

Starring Joy Division: Radio, Live Transmission (1979). Let me tell you a story about dancing to the radio to escape the day. About the feeling that "no language, just sound, that's all we need know, to synchronise". About media enriching your life. About media invading your life. Tricolor linoprint using one lino plate. July, 2020.

stick to my bed

These are 5 out of 12 images I did while processing the necessity of healing from life lessons. Heartbreak is prevalent throughout all the levels of tragedies in our lives. At times, the mourning period feels forced-- I never really want my wounds to heal because I feel they're the last of the love I carried for that "thing". The process feels like gold pouring into my gapping heart and I can only scream as it sears through my veins. It hurts to heal. It hurts that it has to happen.

This image describes me. What all I like and enjoy.

Where do I begin with this one? This is a drawing of my dad and I; the picture was taken back in 2006, a happier time, I suppose. I don't commonly think about my dad, I don't necessarily think about how much I miss him or how I wish I could see him again, so it was odd for me to sit and look through old photos. I don't really know my dad; I do, but I don't. My dad was physically part of my life for 10 years, the second half of those were not the best. Mental illness, self medicating for years, debt, heroin, arguments, threats, uncertainty. I feel like I remember the negative more because I was older, my parents couldn't hide it from me like they used to. At the same time, when he was sober and stable, life was good. Life was great, things felt complete. So here I am, 6 years since he died. I don't want to say his image is fading, but I know less of who he was than I did before. I see the good from some (the ones who praise him, who act like he was a saint), and I see the bad from others (the one who felt the pain). I suppose I no longer see my view, my memories aren't there anymore. I don't necessarily feel sad, the anger has faded, and I can't say I'm happy. Maybe I'll figure it out one day, but, for now, it is what it is.

A pair of lungs being given in hands that represents my donors hands. The lungs are surrounded in flowers to symbolize the beautiful gift of organ donations. The lungs are also being represented with birds flying to symbolize life. This painting goes from dark at the bottom to lighter colors at the top to symbolize the darkness of someone’s death being transferred to saving of someone else’s life from their selfless act. I’m a lung recipient, and this is the story of my selfless donor!

From figure drawing class back in 2008. A combination of willow charcoal and compressed charcoal pencil.

A gift for my real life friend. ^_^

This I a mix of a sketch, photoshop and picture frame - hope you like it.

1/10 I was challenged to choose 10 music albums that defined my musical buds and I decided to draw them, so here we are. First one is Unplugged by Nirvana, one of the most important albums in my life. Daily drawing 671

Candyborne: Reachez peak at 18 years old. Lifespan: 100 y. Other names: candy forms, sucrosian, Sub-Types: Chocolate, Hard-candy, Liquid,

102 years ago, another pandemic raged across the globe. My latest comic is all about what we can learn from the 1918 “Spanish Flu” (written by Sarah Mirk + Eleri Harris). Check out the rest of the story on The Nib! thenib.com/1918-spanish-flu

Doodled this after my husband died of cancer. It's not only about embracing loneliness. It's about embracing all areas of my life which I have considered dark and not user friendly. Faber Castel black pen and a scribble of purple

Sketchbook 2020, ink, coffee and domestic life...

I did set up the ingredients for an Easter bread with raisins and nuts, so i could make a sketch of it before i made the dough. While the dough was resting i worked it out in pen and ink.

#Quaran-time of my life Posted this with some other sketches on my site: ainsleyknott.com

so i think am panicking '' a little'' about everything in my life and insecure about my art as well .. but i will just keep trying .. as i always do.

Original 11”x14” Acrylic on canvas. For sale. It’s all about vices man.

Original 11”x14” Acrylic on canvas. Delicious. For sale

The serenity of the ocean in its entirety. The colors represent the different species in life, and how they come together to form something beautiful.

When there are 2 voices insiders you. The first one wants you to go too hell, a Place you have know for so long and the other who wants you to Find the light and look for the good in life.

No matter what troubles you face in your journey of life, life will go on ..something better will always come your way

Sometimes we just need a bit of encouragement to push us along the way. Sometimes life is hard and it does more than give you lemons. Cry, vent and release your frustration in a healthy way, but try and stay strong. You will be glad you did :)

In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love. - Marc Chagall

Emulation of Janet Fish's art style in ink form. Done with rapidograph pens and gouache (flat black).

Death waits for everyone. We have no idea about the web that has been spun for us. When the time is near our time will be here. Fear not the web or the bite of death because although death awaits, life awaits.

Graphite on paper.