Stubbington

Hometown.

I grew up in a small village called Stubbington. On the outskirts of Portsmouth it has the population of about 500 people. Nothing much happens there - the last time I went back there a Guinea Pig had gone missing. The whole village was plastered with pictures of this bloody Guinea Pig. I don't know if it ever got found but I hope it did. Stubbington is the least scary place to be lost in but the most terrifying place to be stuck in.

Charlotte

In two different places in the same town

Sea of Faces

a fairly cliche image created whilst in the grasp of a dark and all consuming anxiety.

HEAD

Pencil on paper.

Hotel

Afterward they drove back to the hotel all flushed and happy, in a sort of exalted quiet. She wanted to be taken and she was, and what had begun with a childish infatuation was accomplished at last.

Elliot

I draw all the time but most of it's nonsensical ramblings from my brain. Every now and then when I sit down and concentrate on one particular thing something ok can have the oppurtunity to materialize. Hazel asked me to draw something ok for her brother, so this is what I did. I think it was ok.