Thanks to Focus I have been given the opportunity to exhibit my artwork during the 7th and the 8th of June at this years Celebration of Autism event in Grimsby. Then to add to the excitement I will also be hosting a talk on Thursday the 8th of June about my artwork and how living … More Focus Talk: A celebration of autism 8th of June
When I was younger I used to do a fair amount of creative writing. I used wonder up and down the landing as a small child imaging these large universes and they were my friends. As I got older I played around more with song lyrics and got a little more emotional in my writing. … More The stories behind the monsters
Hand painted frames are now available in the MessyMiscreation store in both A5 and A4. This gives you the option to frame a print from my store or if you really want to, frame that photograph of that cute dog, you know the one. Either way, why not bring some colour to your walls with … More Hand Painted Frames now in store!
Sharp metallic tang flowed across his taste buds causing him to grimace, his body numb and sedated. A hole was left where something precious had once sat. The abuse his senses had taken had begun to take their toll on his nerves. Filled with chemicals he continued to work. His mind was throbbing, thoughts erratic. … More Harold’s Story
Her eyes glistened with fatigue. It was the third night in a row that she’d been haunted by that voice. Agitated by the thought of being awake for another night, she cocooned herself in her duvet. The voice spoke, this time louder. Her eyes twitched, chasing shadows in the dark room. She spoke to herself: “Nobody’s there, you’re alone.” … More Mary’s Story
The senseless chatter continued to get louder as he played around with his hands. He attempted to drown out the insistent groaning of his gut, which demanded attention. To the right a steamy window was trapping him in as he was dragged by the swaying motion of the bus. To the left was his escape, … More Derek’s Story
He awoke once again, this time head pounding and his chest following the same rhythm. The walls around him pulsated, eyes attempting to focus on his surroundings. Confused by the phantom warmth of the winter night, he reached over to welcome the chilling breath of outside in the hope it would bring him back to his senses. As … More Timothy’s Story