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location drawing Brixton Market

eat yer heart out (Tales of Tales) / juice rasta showing his son’s school reports and granting extra ginger to fuel my locks / first day working at the Whitechapel Gallery / daily caresses of the lavender plants along my road / charity shop skirt - from the MoMa to my hips / Pimms patriotism

Reportage sketchbook

suffocating into that all too familiar darkness (drawing skills are plummeting with  all else) / back to therapy (framing moons) /  despairing prowls of London’s streets and wandering through the British Museum - can it be called running away when you’re still in Zone 1? / finishing ‘the secret history’ by donna tartt (such a wonderful read) / watching London burn down (again) and hearing the wood crackling from our viewing perch on a roof before being shunned by security

skipping ahead but perhaps the only (slightly) festive drawing made this winter. found a spray painted leaf lunar and i’d take the smell of pine to visions of sugar plums any day

Drawing on the Underground

~ Sun machine is coming down and we’re gonna have a party ~

Quick location sketch - Amsterdam travel journal

Amsterdam sketchbook

Blind drawings from the Underground

Winter 2016 parts of / bedroom still life (Jack Daniels was my first drink of teenage choice, it used to burn my throat but now all it burns is wax) / work still life (although not still at all - thoroughly enjoy watching people jump/ would recommend the Kentridge show) / Leighton House Museum & who knew such exoticism lay in grey ol’ Kensington / curation projects on youth culture / finally feeling scholarly and excited to follow these threads

Reportage sketchbook

canine comforts / the prettiest plate I’ve had the pleasure to eat off / Grandad’s nutritional ‘hand bag’ / day one of Latitude festival - haven of bleating candy floss, ferns under foot and opening ceremony - gloaming of rabbit heads floating moons and Bowie’s heroes

London people watching - spying a checkered chello man / Regents Canal walks to the Viktor Wynd Museum of Curiosities and nestled between rubber intimate parts was this book title and dusting butterflies and ‘SUMMER CAN’T LAST’ almost made me cry / wonderful what a bit of silliness can do for the soul  - larking about with dear friends in celebration of a second birthday (complete with salted caramel cake and a new sketchbook no less) / comfort of Grandad’s armchair

Mykonos

reportage sketchbook; protests against Trump’s travel ban outside 10 downing street

Wanderlust nipping at my heels so constantly looking through old travel sketches - Rome