I hate my stupid face. And I love it, and I hate it. What is a self portrait: An act of vanity, fantasy, of self-loathing? All? None? How can we even paint ourselves when we don’t even see ourselves as others do? Or how can we represent ourselves when so much of our selves is…

Lost and found

   I remember now that she was sat opposite me and I hastily drew this sketch of her in ink as we conversed. Then sometime later I took a photo of the sketch as it lay on my table, with my notebook alongside it, and used the SketchPad app to scratch in somedefining  light and…

Acid reflux 

This is my first attempt at aquatint, which is a process where you erode an etching using different amounts of time immersing it in acid, while protecting elements you want to remain untouched with painted on varnish. You also cover the etching in a fine dust of particles for further texture and definition.  It’s a…

Turtle recall

Experimenting with printmaking again, with some mixed results: Original sketch:

Bed hair

I woke up this morning (no blues though) and saw in the mirror my crazy bed hair sticking up and did a quick sketch in ink on a page of a large notebook already covered in doodles, hence the strange colouration of the chest as it is obscuring an ink drawing of a weird smiling…

Travel Broadens the Mind

This is a large (approx 4ft squared) study in acrylic, I wanted to play with visual language.


An ink sketch of a dead fox I chanced upon.