A couple of the illustrations for my FMP:
This illustrates my friend’s, Violet Dahl, poem titled “The Vampires of Somerset”.

This illustrates my friend’s, Letitia Ringshaw, poem about Venice - “Une baci arrivederci.”
A couple of the illustrations for my FMP:
This illustrates my friend’s, Violet Dahl, poem titled “The Vampires of Somerset”.

This illustrates my friend’s, Letitia Ringshaw, poem about Venice - “Une baci arrivederci.”

This is the cover for a birthday card I made for my friend.
It’s taken me a while to post again. I have some things lined up, it’s just I’m super lazy when it comes to scanning things on to my laptop. Soon, they are coming, I promise!

Transferred some documents from my old laptop to my Macbook and came across this - this was the cover for my ‘Modern Myths’ stories which I have posted the page illustrations for before.

This is what mysteriously happened when I first scanned in this image which was supposed to turn out like the image preceding in the next post.
I was supposed to write a love story for my creative writing module, in response I wrote this:
Writing Task - A Love Story
I’m in love with love, but love doesn’t love me. It doesn’t return that warm body feeling. It shoves couples under my nose, taunts and teases my feelings for it. Look, look it says, look – this is what you want, don’t you see, no more ‘just me’, ‘us’.
Occasionally it will dangle a glimpse – ooh could it be. But, love doesn’t like to play fair. No, this one is taken. Loves another. Unrequited, the best kind it seems. Soaring feeling - that’s not for you. You love love, but it doesn’t love you.
Love looks down: yes, you could play the perfect role. But, wait it says wait. Settling will not do, for you, it says. Love knows. It will be intense, it will hit hard, it will contort. It won’t love another - it will love you.
I’m in love with love, but it doesn’t love me.
I am in love with a boy, but he does not love me. Loves another. I watch over. Bitter taste seeps at the sides of my tongue, from the teeth. Clogs the throat. I look and see. That is no love story. They pretend and play, no real connection in between. No lingering looks, no flutter of lashes. Just the anger and worry, mine, mine, mine. Selfish love.
I could make the perfect love story. ‘I could play the perfect role’ - love told me so. I would tease and smile, look up from under my lashes. Breasts pushed out, warm against his arm. He would know, that electricity would flow. We could be a cliché. Feel free together, not forced together. Lyrics would drip from our tongue, ebbing and flowing, love, love, love. All you need is love. One day, love will love me. Just you wait and see. Just you wait and see!

This is probably my most favourite of the stamps, though maybe not the best. But, I like it best.


Been quite terrible and forgetting and forgetting and forgetting to post my finals of these! So here are two of my final A3 boards for my Alexander McQueen stamp collection.


I am currently creating a collection of stamps which commemorate and celebrate the life of Alexander McQueen.
These two images are the first I’ve made. I initially wanted to include what inspired McQueen as well as images of his work which is why I came up with these two designs, the first being Isabella Blow and the second being McQueens Mum. But, I have now changed my mind and will not include these in my final six. I’m still working on the final ones but they will be up soon!

This was a short, first project back after christmas, project. All we were told was to draw something on to your hand using your other hand. This is what I came out with, two very different solutions, but I like them both.

We, the circuit.
A low, dull buzz.
Snaps and crackles. Fizz -
like hot coal.
Ignite.
invisibly tight,
a pulse threaded in between.
Crackling electric.
An encompassing current, burn
at every minor touch, every slight brush.
A force to be broken
by those on the outside, reaction held within.
Smooth like silk,
running the line.
- My friend asked me to do a piece of writing to go within his project on energy. He’s created his own typeface depicting energy which my writing will be then be written in. He’s pretty good at what he does so you should check him, Greg Swan! :) He’s creating a booklet where the piece will be shown, keep your eyes on his blog for it as I think it’s going to be pretty groovy!

Observations.
Started a project looking into social issues, I’m looking into smoking as an issue. Began by observing my subject.
Here’s a piece of writing which I wrote near the beginning of the year but have decided to share now. I’m not too fond of it, but it’s a piece of the puzzle.
It was a flurry, a fistful. I set out cowering and you pulled me up straight. Like a puppet with a piece of string attached at the head, you straightened my limbs until I fitted. My creases fell out, no longer misshapen or hung crooked on a hanger. I walked straight, composed, free, me. Wide palms grabbed and let go. Like a hot burning coal I would be dropped, fizzling away on the cold wet ground until the ivory tried again. Like a soft, silk scarf I wrapped and clung - running water over skin. Whipped away in wind. You wore me for a month, crumbs and stains blotted away. Crimson coloured you gave me to the wind. Whipped and coiled in a flurry. Cascade into a pool of sodden silk. Pink stained cheeks, a rosy blush from a quivering scarf. Ivory cheeks bear no memory, no scar or crack, no story or map. Untouched, unmoved, unmarked ivory.

Second slight variation.
I think I like this one the most with more of the watercolour showing, feels more melancholic, which I quite like for this drawing.

Playing around, more to come very similar to this - slight differences, sliiight.

I was recommended to look at Stina Persson by someone who had looked at my blog. They said they thought my work to be quite similar to hers so I checked out her work and absolutely loved it. I decided I wanted to try to achieve the effect she does, since I wasn’t completely sure of the way she went about creating her work I just had a go at what I thought could achieve the same look. I love using watercolours and how it makes it quite dream like. This is my first and currently only attempt, this is a drawing of my housemate Charlotte, I quite like it though so believe I will play around some more!