Fashion Head

Part of fashion design is drawing (can you believe it har har). But anyway, I drew a head for my designs. It’s basically a modified drawing of a photo of Cara Delevingne, as I needed a slightly narrower mouth for the scale that I needed the head to be at.

Let me know what you think!

Introducing illustrator, Furry Little Peach

So I was thinking, I want to feature other blogs, including illustrators and fashion guys, on my own blog.

Firstly, I want to introduce Sha’an D’athes from Australia.

Go visit her work http://furrylittlepeach.blogspot.co.uk/

I found her through a friend on facebook. She has a page called Furry Little Peach, and it’s just the most amazing paintings and drawings that I have seen in forever! Her style is so unique and her drawings seem so effortless and flawless. I will definitely be writing about her again in the future!  They have been the motivation for me to start my own collection of drawings and illustrations. Yay for Sha’an!

Here are some examples of her work that I love,

 

Always a meaning

I finished my own personalised sugar skull at last (hurrah!) I'm pleased with it if I'm honest. The flowers, the tear drops, the love hearts and even the crosses (I'm an atheist but I do believe in the faith and hope that every religion carries). The writing, instead of a web that would symbolise death, is actually my tattoo that I have on the side of my right foot.

It says "la mia bella principessa", which any of you Italian folks know, means 'my beautiful princess'. It sounds cheesy, but the meaning is not.

My great nan, who I adored so much, passed away about 18 months ago. I was always close to her, even though she lived in Pembrokeshire, Wales, and I lived in Southampton, England. We spoke on the phone weekly and whenever we would she each other, we would just have a laugh. She was no ordinary great grandmother, she was my crazy Italian great grandmother that I looked up to in so many ways. I was her first great grandchild, and when I was young I have the biggest blue eyes and red curly hair, and she called me her 'beautiful princess'. I still think about her everyday, and no decision is made without thinking of her view and her wacky answer that she would come up with.

Nothing should be made without a meaning behind it, whether be a decision or something creative. Rarely any good pieces of art or otherwise are made without a true meaning.

But back to the skull, I will eventually get round to the colour. But for now, I'm going to spend more time on my pencil and pen techniques, yay!

Obession or love

I'm in love with the forest. I always have been. Ever since I was a baby, my mum told me that she could just push my pram under a tree while the wind blew and I would be memorised for hours. The movement, the colours and the freedom just captivates me. I feel free when I'm among nature, like nothing is important. It's kind of like a therapy to get away from day to day stresses. I think that's why I feel I don't belong in a city, because I grew up in the forest, with space and for somewhere to go just to be alone for an hour or two without feeling like I have to look over my shoulder every two seconds. I live here, in a city, but somehow I still feel like I need to find my purpose, if you like, in the great plan of life. I feel I need to find myself within myself, to find my true loves. And my true hates. I need to find identity, and going back to the forest every other weekend isn't going to help. I've been drawing, which I think might help get rid of negative feelings or emotions, to have time to myself, to think about nothing but myself, as selfish as it sounds. I find I can't express my emotions through speech or writing, but I like to think I can express through other similar situations, through the power of illustration.   So...   Here's the start. Year 2. Birmingham. The start of the illustration and hopefully a new identity within my life.

 

I'm in love with the forest. I always have been. Ever since I was a baby, my mum told me that she could just push my pram under a tree while the wind blew and I would be memorised for hours. The movement, the colours and the freedom just captivates me. I feel free when I'm among nature, like nothing is important. It's kind of like a therapy to get away from day to day stresses.

I think that's why I feel I don't belong in a city, because I grew up in the forest, with space and for somewhere to go just to be alone for an hour or two without feeling like I have to look over my shoulder every two seconds.

I live here, in a city, but somehow I still feel like I need to find my purpose, if you like, in the great plan of life. I feel I need to find myself within myself, to find my true loves. And my true hates. I need to find identity, and going back to the forest every other weekend isn't going to help. I've been drawing, which I think might help get rid of negative feelings or emotions, to have time to myself, to think about nothing but myself, as selfish as it sounds. I find I can't express my emotions through speech or writing, but I like to think I can express through other similar situations, through the power of illustration.

 

So...

 

Here's the start. Year 2. Birmingham. The start of the illustration and hopefully a new identity within my life.