The not so Quiet Zone

Ultimate Social Sterotype old fart.
Almost painful to listen to. Urgh.

Beautiful Amazonian-looking girl with hair even longer than mine. 
And she wore it better.

And sometimes, the most captivating subjects won't. sit. STILL.

You know you've grown up too much when you get the train back from the Isle of Wight with Bestival goers, and choose the Quiet Zone carriage to escape the gurning come-downs and Instagrammers. 

Sweet William

 

These are a few drawings I did this Summer of William. Gosh he's sweet.

Matilda

A drawing of Matilda, and some supporting scribbles.

She is really sweet.

Swapped, for Oil

I sold a drawing today. Well, I swapped it. For a tank of oil.

What a glamorous life I lead.

It's my blog profile picture.

Mustique

I went on the holiday of a life time a couple of years ago to stay with a friend on Mustique. It was seriously spoiling and beyond amazing. It really is as wonderful, and bonkers as you hear.

Diary Drawing

Occasionally, mostly when I'm feeling a little bit mental, I draw some rather peculiar pictures.

They're a sort of diary, and are a release of how I'm feeling (obviously not literally, my rib cage isn't exposed, nor do I have a butterfly as my pelvis!) I drew this very last night when I wasn't quite ready to pack up the studio.

They seem to scare the bejeezers out some of my friends.