Textile Work...

   Uni, second year, textiles, fabric, stitch, patterns, flowers and figure.

Schiele my sweet....

   Egon Schiele, my sweet, my darling. I know you where an all encompassing narscisist, who grew up with a poor railway family. Endured a crazed syphillis enduced Papa and a sister you grew far to close for comfort too. Not forgetting the hordes of pre pubecent children whom you ussed to take a sneaky peek at their private frills and frocks, whilst they soundlessly
slumbered beneath your rickety studio roof....

but oh my I still love your drawings.

                                  

Pages...

   A selection of sketchbook pages from first year, yes, more boobies...

Firsts...

   So here we go, my first post accompanied by my first finished works from my first year of uni at Kingston. Straight into conventional painting and sculpture as of yet not fully understanding the wideness and broadness the label "fine art" falls across. Focusing on the female nude (yes more cliche!) and the extremities of the form (fat and skinny).