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Thursday, 11 February 2016

Art: Fantasy art from sketchbook

This is mostly inspired by my dream after watching Edward Scizzor hands. So maybe I should really just credit my inspiration to Edward Scizzor hands fullstop. It's a sketch done with charcoal, pencil and watercolours.

Painting: Dawn will follow

There's a mystery to those first rays of light that illuminate the shadows, chasing away the heaviness of night. The air is crisp, dew laden, calm but carrying an of anticipation for the new day ahead.

                      "The past is the begining of the beginnign and all that is and                                                       has been is but the twilight of the dawn"
                                                                       H. G. Wells


Wednesday, 10 February 2016

Fanart: Breaking Bad Teddy

Breaking Bad a show that can be summed up in one word AMAZING! In ways it ruined TV for me, in a good way. Every show I tried to watch afterwards I subconsciously compared to Breaking Bad. None stood the test (with the exception of HBO's Girls being a close second).

The pink battered teddy presented a very striking image. It reoccurs at certain points throughout the series. My interpretation is that it represents Walt's ego, however if I was to re-watch the series again, I might change my mind on this. The various ways this motif can be interpreted is why I find this little teddy bear so fascinating. Read more on Wikia at breakingbad.wikia.com

He was crying out to be doodled.

Doodle: Futuristic cityscape

Will humans be able to successfully establish life on Mars?  With so much debate around this issue, I've found myself thinking about whether a human colony would be able to survive in the long term on the red planet. Will they be able to build a society, culture and new livelihood? What sort of people would volunteer themselves to start this colony?...sooooo many questions to think about...time for a cup of tea and a doodle.

Lady with the Third Eye

Another fantasy drawing done with sharpies. I included a little owl because who doesn't love those magical creatures?

Drawing: Light and dark fairy

Most stuff tends to have good and bad sides, pros and cons. But if you look really hard, something good can come out of almost everything. This was what I was pondering while drawing this with sharpies. Do you agree? :)
I dug this drawing out of the pile because I thought the rose element of it could be incorporated into a nice tattoo design. I love monochrome rose tattoos.

Tuesday, 9 February 2016

Drawings: Fantasy forest creatures

Fantasy forest dwellers.
Mixed media drawings with charcoal and marker, chalk and watercolours.


Painting: Lost in thought

I love to get lost in a painting just as much as I love to get lost in painting. Painting is like meditation, an escape from reality for a while. Minutes turn into hours as I become completely absorbed. It's a great feeling to become so engrossed in creating something.

One of many reasons why creating art is important on a personal level is that you get to take time out from your hectic day, explore thought processes, express yourself and come out the other side feeling rather refreshed - like a crisp fresh breeze has whipped through your hair, leaving you cool, calm and collected.

Acrylics on block canvas.


Monday, 8 February 2016

Inspiring places: Iceland - birdcliffs

Nature never fails to inspire and Iceland is full of it. Raw and untouched, the immensity of the landscape is bound to leave you awestruck.

Sometimes it can be helpful to think of a theme to get the creative juices flowing. Something related to your immediate environment.

I took this at the bird cliffs in the Westfjord region of Iceland.
Theme: Weight



Weight is created by gravity. For some reason when I think of gravity, I think of the sea and the tides. The earth's gravitational pull is responsible for the change in tidal patterns. Looking out into the sea makes me feel so grounded, it makes me aware of the tiny space I occupy on this vast planet. It makes me aware of my limitations due to the force of gravity. I cannot travel unaided into the vast expanse around me like the gull in the photo. I'll quite happily stay put, routed to the spot on top of these dramatic cliffs. I admit I was terrified but exhilarated. There's a stability and feeling of presentness about standing on a giant landmass while the wind rushes around you. Its humbling.

Sunday, 31 January 2016

Photography: Afternoon light


Photography: Glendalough



Painting: Dreams (3)


Painting: Dreams (2)


Painting: Dreams (1)




Photography: Dog brings owner for a walk


Taken at Achill Island, Ireland. An Irish wolfhound pulls his owner along.

Doodle: Gumdrop rain


Sketch: My heart on a string


Drawing: Break free


Doodle: Sensory overload


Thinking space


Friday, 29 January 2016

Poem: Spaghetti

Spa-ghetti
You-messy
Me-eat-you
How?

Spa-ghetti
You-letti
Me-eat-you
Now.

Poem: Late night coffee

A jug of coffee
Will get me through
Late at night, will have to do.
Glance around me
Can't keep still,
But
Brain
Is slowing.
Coffee refill.
Page of words
Dancing words
Fading words.
Thinking, clouds -
Coffee jug has long run out.

Maria Kavanagh

Poem: That man is ticking

That man is ticking
His eyes stare – straight –
Ahead
Unaware.
A child smiles
On a dandeline green,
Sunlight dances
On top of a puddle.
All unseen.
When he lies
Eyes shut tight,
Dew-laiden dandelines,
Glisten –
Over what has been,
Not might.

Art: Sharpie Doodle


Photography: Anticipation


Poem: What is a rock?

What is a rock

But a broken piece of earth

That crumbles, or wears down

Everyday weathering events.

What is a rock

But a solid lump of grains

That can morph, change, adapt,

Under monstrous pressure

Into beautiful planes.

Poem: Tattoo


A thousand tiny tongues licking,
Taste the skin,
Metallic voices ringing, pierce venom in.
Burning reds,
Cooling greens - pool out, stain.
This venom counters venom already causing pain.
The tongues taste deep,
Lick the wounds below,
Pain sterilized, brought out to light,
So healing skin can grow.
And the scars repair externally,
To ameliorate the soul.