“Causing people to suffer because you hate them… is terrible. But causing people to suffer because you have forgotten how to care… that’s really hard to understand.” – Dr. Julian Bashir  Van Gogh Ivory Black watercolor on Fabriano Accademia paper

16 May 2017 · 0 comments

I have to admit; I cried like a proper pussy when they killed of Vane. Obviously not because his character arch was so strong, but just because he was….So…Damn…Hot.

02 February 2017 · 0 comments

Everyone’s bedroom needs love and cause I’m #single4evah I decided to add some art.

19 October 2016 · 0 comments

People who know me, know that I have a somewhat obsessive love for art supplies. Paper in particular. When I was visiting my friend Anna in her home in London, I was in heaven. The British may fail at a lot of things but art supplies aren’t one of them. This lovely pack of sheets […]

03 October 2016 · 0 comments

There is something about Richard Armitage. Something that needs wet paint.

29 September 2016 · 0 comments

Couple of years ago I decided that if I ever was to touch a pencil again it would be because I enjoyed it. So instead of picking up that pencil I threw around some watercolors, some pastel and gouache. That got boring and I wanted something new. I ruined a bunch of pretty good watercolour […]

28 September 2016 · 0 comments

I never really draw anyone I know. It’s this thing; it never works out. I don’t know why it worked out this time. Maybe it was the magic of Sennelier’s oil pastels. Or maybe the sight of my son focussing on his iPad is so familiar I can draw it with my eyes closed. Who […]

03 August 2016 · 0 comments

I made this as a tribute to my friend Michael, after his passing. It’s done in watercolor and ink. I miss him, my buddy who would always lay on my head when I suffered from a migraine attack.

10 February 2016 · 0 comments

  The process of creating something is not about letting go of your need for precision, your fear of failing or your drive for perfection. It is only about embracing those characteristics of yourself and letting them be. You are always good enough. Nothing can thrive when it’s repressed. It was the battle of fighting […]

22 October 2014 · 0 comments

I love you to death. But sometimes you drive me crazier than my four-year-old putting toy cars under my bed sheets. Last week I made a serious effort to organize my art supplies. To be honest, I repeat this process every three months or so because for some reason, whatever I do, it never seems […]

26 April 2014 · One comment