I am currently studying B.A Hons Fine Art at the University of Sunderland in the North-East of England. I have a passion for printmaking, though I have also produced large-scale paintings, watercolours and pencil drawings, as well as jewellery!
I enjoy poetry and have been writing my own stuff since my early teens, alongside my artwork. I find my artwork can at times feed off the creative writing and vice versa. Some of my prints on display here compliment certain individual poems I have wrote. Feel free to look, leave comments and hopefully enjoy!
The pink distance of / Sky has faded into / The next world, / Withdrawing from Babylon,
Various, wonderful lands
Future Egyptians / Will build / Marble worlds / In various, wonderful / Lands, as seperate / As stars
I shine like a / Stranded torch, / A flare of colour / In the next crescent,
Large acorn shapes / Formed from leather-clad / Hands adorn trees.
Birds weave in and out of each other. / The setting sun catches certain buildings, / Copper plating the sides / Of city tower blocks.
Out of Bounds
As we trampled over the nettles that protruded / Onto our path; the cyclists would race ahead / Directing us toward freedom, / Though in ou…
Sleeping by my side, I listened to you / Dreaming, in forests and in streets / The little girl was lost. / I found the girl was now a woman…
The Midnight Carnival
Fireworks shoot into the air, exploding, splattering / Pretty patterns on the sky, the energy of the / Carnival reverberates down through a…
The Night Yawns
The night yawns and stretches both arms, / Spreading a layer of black over the town, / A cat arches it’s back under a streetlight, / …
For a change
…I could traipse / Over the pebbly shoreline like / A carefree Robinson Crusoe, / Existing beyond the clutches of / The urban spraw…
A green sun is setting / In a pink-purple sky, / The dying rays brush over the / Top of the long gold belt / Of the mountains, that / Stret…
Leaving The House at 10:30am
I leave the house at 10:30am / Beginning a journey right up to the / Stormy border of townscape wilderness, / Where the rain taps tunes on …