- I graduated! No longer a student I feel free to roam and work on what I want. I am also not as skint as I was, but it's still far from being rich.
- I designed my first line of brooches. Look here!
- I got over the hand and some other health issues that I hope to leave behind forever.
- I no longer live in a rented flat! (And also that doesn't mean I moved back with the parents, just moved in with the boyfriend).
- I started learning a new language. Being fluent in two really is not enough!
Saturday, 31 December 2011
Friday, 30 December 2011
These are the birdies. Soon to be available on Etsy!
Thursday, 24 November 2011
Friday, 18 November 2011
Sunday, 13 November 2011
Thursday, 3 November 2011
Sunday, 23 October 2011
This is for Illustration Friday!
I thought it was quite hard to tackle this theme without producing something really obvious (at least for me), so I decided to go with something that is a bit obvious for me anyway. OH WELL.
Thursday, 20 October 2011
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Saturday, 24 September 2011
Wednesday, 21 September 2011
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Monday, 25 July 2011
So here, have a bird:
Friday, 3 June 2011
The ones I do seem to always feature a black feline... hmmm. That includes last week's one which I have never actually coloured, but I think I will put it up here anyway as it's cute.
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
After way too long I am actually posting it here: the Edinburgh Reef site which is part of my degree show is live. And actually has been live since 13th of May! You can admire there some illustrations, the story of Rufus and Henry Pearce and other miscellaneous things!
Apart from that there have been some gentle visual amendments to my portfolio and the actual contents of it have changed. Next step: Eelcat update!
Friday, 20 May 2011
Saturday, 30 April 2011
I thought that you little humans would love to see what I am up to in those dreadful times. Well, here it is:
The story of Rufus and Henry Pearce. Not yet complete. Hopefully will be soon! Will come complete with a whole website dedicated to them two.
Friday, 25 March 2011
I felt I really needed to post something, so here it is. Most of my life has been focused around my last - now less than - 2 months of college. (In theory, this is when the Final Hand In is :)). Past couple of weeks were mainly dissertation focused, and I am frankly just a bit fed up with it all. So as a treat to everyone, these are further two pages of the Drawing Journal - and there are PLENTY more, so I might start posting them more frequently again. I can't wait for when all the stress is over and I can spend more time having a web presence...
Thursday, 3 March 2011
You think about them while sitting in the sun. The tip of your cigarette throbs orange between the grey of the growing ash as you inhale, sitting at a café, sipping your latte. The noises around you are muted, quiet trams and foot traffic. A bell mounted on a bike handle chimes, cautioning. Wind pushes itself through the streets. The morning light reflects off the canal in front of you. It darts across the rippled water among swimming mallards and sinking leisure boats, shining up to the buildings pulled forward by the weight of their many windows. The water sparkles as if covered with coins.
They are tall navy coloured houses with decorative white trim, lining the canals, leaning into one another like narrow books stacked loosley on shelves. You wonder how to describe them; their endearing unevenness, their lines attempting the elusive right angles. How can you illustrate their pultritude? As European as empty wine bottles, as crisp as tailored suits, as romantic as tulips in basketed bikes...Bricked rivers flow under, beside, in front. An arced bridge is a conversation between them. You sip your latte. They are exquisitly handsome yet oddly familiar, their grace stands unaffected. They remind you of prostitutes tied upright to benches to sleep, but that reference does not do them justice; their beautiful dysfunction is too charming. Next you try to imagine them as windmills tipped into one another, but then ask yourself what would happen to the overlapping blades; Victorian dollies on display; fat crows on telephone wires; crooked teeth in fat women’s mouths; illustrations in a graphic novel about the life of Vermeer. You decide that none of these work, you need to be more economical in your phrasing. ‘They lean’, you say to yourself.