Mc angel (commission)

It’s always a pleasure making art for fellow artists. This was commissioned by a friend of the very talented MC Angel. I used symbolic representation of her values and her own lyrics to make this portrait.

The rat tamer (commission)

They’re in the dark corners you pretend not to notice, and they come out to play when it’s dirty inside… or sometimes just at random… The rats that you tried to hide, running rampant chewing up your curtains and carpets…taking your values for randsome. They grow if you feed them, they become rabid when youContinue reading “The rat tamer (commission)”

Buried alive 

‘Buried alive’  Feelings that had blossomed into something beautiful, thrown back into the undergrowth, like a beam of  light sucked into a black hole. I couldn’t see the picture, you couldn’t play the roll… So we fought what felt right, and turned dawn back into night. We buried our emotions… a thought that has leftContinue reading “Buried alive “

Fake flowers 

Dear inventor of fake flowers, why? I understand that maybe you just wanted to capture beauty and keep it forever, but don’t you let people believe that looks will last. Didn’t you realise that there is beauty in aging, that there is character to the bunch with a few wilting stems? You can’t trick meContinue reading “Fake flowers “

Lost at sea 

Lost at sea, where I can find myself;   Soaking, in hope; tired, from riding the tides of life’s ocean. Floating, from coast to coast with nothing to boast of; bar the treasures of truth. Navigating my thoughts through, future mist, towards something new. Blue, when I look back on ships that sailed past. Lost, forContinue reading “Lost at sea “

Faded memories 

  Memories faded from the day I swapped hills and valleys for streets and alleys. Time wasted, days played out the same way, summed up at the bottom of a rhum cup  Darkness comes and goes as it pleases. Time may heal all wounds, but I’ve been a patient patient, now I do what IContinue reading “Faded memories “

Hunter 

   They came like ants swarming the school, Guns blazing, voices raised to decibels I could only assume My time was up. Lined against the wall, everyday tasks now twisted Teachers pinned against the black board  Red chalk newly scripted Self fulfilling prophecy eyes now at the back of the head. Some, could no longerContinue reading “Hunter “

Concentric 

  The ‘hows?’ are locked down in the basement, the ‘whys?’ are trapped up in the attic. The truth is often several stories too high, or too low, to be of any use, to us…white lies are just, easier to trust  We strive to see, our perspective rise, with our pasts disguised as now, lookingContinue reading “Concentric “