Behavior

Dismissal could be called a friend. It wouldn’t be the first time. She wiped away the spit from her lips only to glaze them with a coarse tongue. It stood before her leering away as it would. Yet another thing she could resent. It continued to spit in a flurry of obscenities and hollow truths. … More Behavior

Descent

That was her second welcoming to this life. She collided once again into jagged earth, showered from above with liquids. The creature groaned out as colour drained from the impacted wound. She couldn’t tell you why she did it. A flooding sensation of muscle and tension begged to taste the creatures anguish, so she sunk … More Descent

Legacy Prints

Times are changing over at Messy Miscreation. The online store has been a steady flow of support for creating more content and the prints over there have been a favorite for everybody. Unfortunately all good things must end and for some of the prints on the store the end is nigh. The three sets of … More Legacy Prints

Living a double life [Part artist, part dyer]

According to everyone’s favourite website, google has told me today is the last day of Autism Awareness Week. Many of you probably saw my opinion on what this “celebration” has become as it is raising awareness for all the wrong reasons. Along my travels I have met many fellow autistic adults trying to find their … More Living a double life [Part artist, part dyer]

Verbal Ammunition: My first artist residency

I’m proud to announce that I will be a three week artist in residency slot over at the Horsfall beside 42nd Street! The Horsfall @ 42nd street hosts Verbal Ammunition: an artist residency and exhibition exploring mental health and life on the autistic by artist Messy Miscreation Artist Haydn Gardner (Messy Miscreation) makes mess. Through his practice … More Verbal Ammunition: My first artist residency

Inktober 2017!

Last year I discovered a lovely little annual event that artists called Inktober and being an artist who works primarily in ink, I wanted in. For each day of October I posted an A5 drawing which ended up being a mistake because I was working in a very detailed style and would eat up most … More Inktober 2017!

September’s story

He could feel it in the air. Heck, he could even taste it. That familiar ache that travelled around bones like a trapped nerve, persisting and pulsing. An ache that ascended during the day with a nag and a tug. As everything around him began to wilt he could feel himself doing the same. A … More September’s story