Night-time drawing

Colour

14th August

1st part of animal faces done

New drawing. Animal face paint 2010

July 22nd

Contact information

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Good drawing music

Re-making old, forgotten work

I'm going to experiment with lots of ink and water colour for the sky. One of the drawings reminds me of a dream I had when I was a child.

It was night time in the dream and there was this house with a trap door at the side. I went through the trap door and slid down into a very elaborate mansion with chandeliers and dark wooden staircases.  Some people were having a party. I didn't stay in the main part of the building. I went through another door and slid down some beige stairs that smelt like new carpet. It was like a show-home smell. There was no room at the bottom of the stairs, just a load of sofas piled up everywhere.  Thats when I found myself stuck amongst all these grey-blue sofas. It was really strange. I don't remember anything after that.

Boston Tea Party exhibition

New work

Pool Rooms

She had skin that looked as if she were suffering from shock. A knuckle clench around her cage forced a sigh and kept her swinging in place. 'GOD, I'm so nervous. It feels like someone's hanging me over the edge of a building.'

The ground was plastered in monotonous grey-blue shapes that smelt funny. The motion had felt like one from a film. Lashings of dark pine strips had flown past, slowed down, re-connected with the blue then sank into some kind of awful pit somewhere miles away.

You could smell it in the air, the scarlet tone seeped quickly into tiny cracks in the pavement. Everyone kind of passed by pretty quickly after that, like it happened four years ago, and no-one took a second glance other than the architects.

They built swimming pools throughout every room on every floor of the building, and trapped in the swarm clouds by bolting up every door. Windows were left out of the design. Walls were padded with an itchy, navy material that should have been used on the floor.

She hated the fact they couldn't hear her, and everything was buried under a heavy maze of shallow water. She repeated same songs in her head, she kept convincing herself. And she kept her eyes shut tight when she realised over and over that she was fenced in and plastered in rubble.

Their heads lined up in a row, blank statements of what now swamped the pool rooms. It escalated beyond anything anyone could ever imagine. Crushed up plastic beds lay miserable and used up over a canopy of webs.

She looked up and smiled. Underneath the brim of the water, under all that ferociousness, eyes flickered around untangled. It was so clean. She forced herself up and felt the cellophane wrap up around her lungs and lurch her back down underground.