Floater
Teensy bit of an animation I began a couple of weeks ago then quickly scrapped. I’m not sure why I’m posting it. Perhaps to commemorate that all too brief spark of enthusiasm that accompanied its birth.
Birthday present for my mum.
I don’t know why I decided to do a painting. I bloody hate painting. Mostly because I’m terrible at it.
Is this painting the manifestation of my indecisively-coloured, brush-overloaded frustration and anger? Does it wear upon its sleeve the contempt from which it was birthed? Does this make me a bad daughter? So many questions.
Growing up so fast
Rome was built on wolf milk
A flesh nautilus and The Creature from the Black Lagoon - getting me back into the good old habit of doing stuff for pure funsies.
Cheesy-arse party posters: the only thing unifying my creative output for the past two years.
Hm.
(They went with the first one.)
Poster for an upcoming gig. Yet to decide how I feel about it…
(Potential) lines for a poster advertising an upcoming play by the lovely Alli Sebastian Wolf.
A cut vinyl sign for the fine establishment of the same name.
