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My mamma loved chickens, so I made this for her.

Charcoal on Bristol mounted on board

This new patient is kind of a prick.

To be perfectly honest, the latest lockdown announcement here in Scotland was bound to influence my art in some form or another... Needless to say this is going to be one looooong winter, one that’ll have me blasting “Here Comes The Sun” by The Beatles once it ends, or at the very least stabilises.

There are many old lovely fishing villages in Hailuoto. Korkea Sunikari is one of them

A couple of beers, thoughts in my head about lockdown easing and Radiohead lingering in the background while I work = stuff like this.

White flowers on mustard yellow ground.

Girl with a glass earring.

Jen’s cat, Callie.

Illustration inspired of Hokusai woodblock print The great wave. First a big version i draw for commission. Second one is sketchbook version i do for Inktober prompt ”wave”

A line in 'Renegade: The Lives And Tales Of Mark E. Smith', which I'm currently reading, got my creative juices flowing this time around!

Charcoal on mixed media paper

Ink drawing colored in Procreate.

Not as apocalyptic as it looks or sounds! Inspired by a dream I had about committing a social faux-pas of the worst kind you could imagine.

85% chance of brain. I had a brain storm today.

Drawing of beautifull rock piles at Lapland mountain( called tunturi)

True Like. Because everything on the internet is true, right?

8.5 X 11 cardstock

The Toast of the Town. Too bad the weather had to turn just when things were heating up.

The man with a vast red hat met a flower on the pad and asked, "Are you my dad?" The flower said, "No. I'm not the one, but I'll pretend I'm your dad if you'll pretend you're my sun."

Drawn on my new iPad Pro using Procreate. This is quite an app.

There are some things I’m so grateful for in 2018 and then there was a lot of stuff that I would love to go away. So this is my farewell art. There’s nothing random in this doodle but I’ll keep most of it to myself. Let’s hope for a way better 19.

I dug up this rock while hiking the Negev desert in Israel last year. It’s sharp and kinda chalky and it feels like it has stories to tell when you look deep into its lines and layers.

I was pretty much done with this Jane, but she hadn't told me what she was saying yet. Then my 18 year old daughter came in, and nervously said "Mom...I did a thing..." She proceeded to show me her freshly tattooed fingers. Suddenly, Jane spoke...