Charcoal on A4, 2017. As you lay next to me. NFS.
Charcoal on paper, A3. 2017.
Charcoal on paper, A4. NFS. 2016. My darling friend Jelle, jetlagged after a long journey back from America, having hijacked my bed.
Dearest friend Jelle asleep (not dead). You can tell by the little puff of air next to his mouth. For sale in my shop for £30. Charcoal on paper, A4, 2016.
Charcoal on paper, A4. 2016.
I struggled painting beautiful Sarah as she sat resplendent in her gown on my sofa. Afterwards she fell asleep and I much prefer this charcoal study.
A4, 2017. Out for the count. Tendresse. The way his hair flopped over the edge of the cushion. The big, awkward, foreshortened hands I thought I wouldn't be able to draw but I did. The vain on his forehead. The sweet face, with cheek crushed against the cushion. Lovely Bren.
conté. 2015. Drawn in the cafe of the Gallery of Modern Art, Edinburgh
Reading Foucault. My flatmate at the time of drawing. Conté. 2015. This is so Nikita it boggles me. The ears. The way his lip comes forward. The polo neck. He defaced my drawing the next morning with a lovely note.
Conté. One of my oldest friends, Jess. Drawn on the train. A5. NFS.
Conté. Drawn in Peter's Yard, Edinburgh. My beautiful friend, flatmate for a time too. A5. NFS. 201?
This is my mum. Drawn in pencil at Urban Angel cafe in 201..? This expression is so exactly her that it hurts a bit. A5.
My dear then-flatmate Nikita. A5 size. Drawn on the train, on the way back from Glasgow to Edinburgh, after a gig, I can't remember what the gig was. Drawn with tenderness. 2014.
Sullen, shy, pouting, and with a hammer of a hand but still. This drawing means enough to me to put it here. My first watercolour/watercolour pencil portrait. Splodge. 2017, A4, NFS.
Conté. Drawn in Peter's Yard, Edinburgh, 201?. A simultaneous portrait actually, I might pop her one of me up somewhere and link here when I remember.
Continuous blind line drawing (drawn without looking at the page). Conté. He does have more to him - it's A5 - shall update later. £25.
Asleep on my dear friend Poppea's sofa, in London.