Galleries
dead things under a microscope (fly, moth, spider, my hair)
birds on the roof are getting bigger.
repeat: there’s nothing to be afraid of, they’re just tiny dinosaurs.
Depressed industrial-goth rabbit burrowing into gravel because what is the point. Metres away in the lush grass, his peers are indifferent to this symbolic act of futile rebellion.
figure drawing on scrap paper
May 2014
i miss my stupid dead kitten.
pencil & watercolour on scrap paper
sketches. graphite & white pencil on blue sugar paper. (approx 6×6 inches)
Window painting – details, lit by torchlight.When it gets dark, only the silver parts are visible: the sea and snow.
Details.
Black & silver outliner paint on glass. Difficult to photograph in colour, I’m afraid.
It’s roughly based on this Chinese painted scroll, but I turned it into a snowstorm and replaced the little elderly philosopher with a woman vaguely inspired by this woodblock, …I feel a little uneasy about mixing them but this is my goddamn bathroom window and I don’t want that dude watching me shower. In my head the woman is a scholar-poet composing flattering verse about my fish-belly skin when she’s not busy watching the storm and pondering her strange world of boiling seas and mangled perspective.
