therapy

Learning to see through drawing. It is a form of therapy.

Post-voting in the UK election art therapy… much needed!

Beginning of acrylic while tuned in live to https://www.mixcloud.com/djtruebrit-otb/. I love how it evolved as the soundwaves flowed through. More to come... XO Tethered2This

A bit of art therapy from this time last week after an overheated and, at times, shit-tacular day at work = the best kind of therapy.

Needing to get out of the house, I walked down the street to the antique shops that are right around the corner from my house and did some urban sketching.

For things that go bump in the night (and day).

Rainy day creative goings-on.

Breaking into July the way I know best.

Fun little fact: The anglerfish belongs to the teleost order known as Lophiiformes. See what I did here?

Once the curve flattens and we can all go about our usual businesses without potentially killing one another, let’s not forget all the good habits and so on we’ve picked up from staying the feck at home! Some sort of a summer will come, rest assured.

Kicking things off with the new sketchbook! And what a time to do so... Coronavirus is rampant everywhere it seems, however big or small. If self-isolation (even for just a bit, wherever you are) is the way to combat this then I suggest making the most of this time. *Captain Obvious groove*

Even if it is (in my case at the least) just doodling away to the point of allsorts in the hopes it’ll make at least one person a) happy b) perked or c) amused, do good and be good in wake of the current shitstorms in the making. More for another day...

One for the mindless...

Musing on allsorts.

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

Says it all and yet, nothing.

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!

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...

A song of history and pastels.

From when my 16 yo daughter was struggling with heroin addiction. My doodles have gotten me through some very hard times. Art as therapy, I always say.