Poetry Illustration. Edgar Allan Poe- Romance.


Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been -a most familiar bird-
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word,
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child- with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven’s on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings-
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

Poetry Illustration. Edgar Allan Poe- Evening Star


Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro’ the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
‘Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass’d, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.

Music Illustration. Sweat- Ry X


Come, husk your limbs to my floor
Bones sucking stones, her coming storm
Under the lights you went
Chemical ashes head down
Heart on a diamond thread
Fennel and lashes wet down

Young star, hanuted lynx
Ring of silver, om
I want your bones inside my bones
Under the lights we went
Wearing our chimes we bled out
Fennel and lashes wet
Heart on a diamond thread now

You’re making me sweat sweat sweat my love down deep into your bones
You’re making me sweat sweat sweat my heart down deep into your soul
I can’t take it

You’re making me sweat sweat sweat my love down deep into your bones
You’re making me sweat sweat sweat my heart down deep into your soul
I can’t take it

Music illustration. Cold Desert- Kings of Leon

Cold Desert

I’m on the corner, waiting for a light to come on
That’s when I know that you’re alone
It’s cold in the desert, water never sees the ground
Special unspoken without sound

You told me you loved me, that I’d never die alone
Hand over your heart, let’s go home
Everyone noticed, everyone has seen the signs
I’ve always been known to cross lines

I’ve never ever cried when I was feeling down
I’ve always been scared of the sound
Jesus don’t love me, no one ever carried my load
I’m too young to feel this old

Is it you, is it me
Or does nobody know, nobody see
Nobody but me.


The Escape.



The Escape is a piece I made in response to the refugee crisis for a non for profit magazine put together by a member of the Cardiff Feminist Network and her friends. They were due to go on sale at various exhibitions around Bristol and the money generated wil be put towards the production of the following edition.

I wanted to convey the feeling of resentment I have noticed toward the people seeking refuge. I worry for them as the horror they have risked their lives to escape I fear will not end there. They are heading to new lands with different dangers and tension towards them. It will not be the same as living amongst death and destruction, but it may not be as peaceful as they hoped.

I have contacted Leanne about seeing the final product but I am yet to hear back from her.




This piece is in response to a newspaper article that addressed the increasing numbers of people diagnosed with Dementia and the pressure it puts on families as they watch the deterioration of their loved one. Families also struggle with accepting the diagnosis, and the physical dependancy as well as the loss of earnings when they lessen their working hours to care for the family member. This all puts pressure on the family unit.