This was my first big piece that I tried. I had no idea where I was going when I first started, and I got quite discouraged at the beginning because I didn’t think I liked it. I’m so glad I kept going because it has ended up being my favourite piece I’ve done. It was what showed me that if I just drew without thinking, something cool comes out as the end product. I use texta pens, which takes me ages, but I like the definite colour they bring. A lot of my pieces end up having arrows or rainbows or stipes. I’m not sure why but at least they generally look cool. A lot of my works also end up having a kind of space or universe theme, again I’m not too sure why but maybe because I have lately been delving into meditation and the understanding that there is so much out there. By doing drawings like this it helps me to make something physical out of what I see in my mind.
Of Space and Slime
Graeme's Pandanus Tree
This one I drew when we were camping at Point Plomer. My best friend Jess' dad - Graeme Kelly - passed away a couple of years ago. Graeme grew up camping at Point Plomer, and always took Jess and her sister Rosie and brother Tom there for the Summer holidays when they were younger also. The Point Plomer Malibu club pitched in and had a beautiful big Pandanus tree - Graeme's favourite tree - planted at the point with a little memorial plaque underneath. Now every year we have the Graeme Kelly memorial surf competition there. It's super chilled out and everyone can enter. Jess' mum Millie and her friends have a heat called the "Goddess Heat" where they take out stand up paddle boards and boogie boards. Jess usually wins the competition because she rips at surfing, thanks to Graeme teaching her when she was young. This is a picture of the sun setting over the bay, and Millie and Clarky (Graeme's best mate) sitting underneath the tree. All Graeme's friends pour a bit of beer and wine on the tree when they drink underneath it. I like walking past the tree and seeing Millie's champagne bottle and some glasses leaning up against it.
From Atoms To All That Is Seen
This one is another big piece that I didn’t have any idea what I was doing at the start. It wasn’t until I had done the fire shapes, which were originally meant to be grass leaves, and then the flowers, that I realised that I could turn the grass leaves into flames for fire and the flowers could be earth. So then I added in water and wind to make up the four elements. This one was around the time that my housemates and I went to see Amma, the Indian hugging guru, and had listened to her speak while she was in Sydney. Amma practices the religion of love and when she spoke her words were translated into English on the big screen, and I remembered that “From atoms to all that is seen”, were words from a sentence that I had really liked.
This one just started off with the big circle, which turned into a face. I don't really make meanings for my art until it's finished, if they need meanings that is - some don't. This girl can see what the impacts of environmental issues, such as rising sea levels, will have on the earth. She can see the dangers with her earth eyes, which in this picture are starting to get covered by water. The eyelashes are sunrays. The hair used to all be green but now that the cities are growing the green is being replaced by roads. I've never decided if the hand is her hand, and she's put it there as if she is worried about the future, because she can see where everything is headed, or if it is someone else's hand which is silencing her from speaking out. Either way she is worried about the planet.
Me and You
This is a painting I did back in April for Nath's 26th Birthday. Nath and I have been in each other's lives since just before his 19th Birthday, and I wouldn't be half the person I am today if it weren't for him. Solsoya also wouldn't be here if it weren't for Nath - so a big thank you to him for all his varied forms of support! This drawing/painting is of a photograph from a couple of years ago in Lakey Peak in Sumbawa, Indonesia. We had surfed that morning, and then the wind had picked up and we were waiting for it to drop again before we could surf again in the afternoon. We spent the day inside playing cards on the bed. I don't remember but I bet he let me win. This picture is different from my usual style, but I like drawing faces I think I just need to practice them more. I drew the faces first, then used black pen, and then painted. I didn't know how to draw in my hairline along my forehead, so I just left it, and now it looks like I have a massive bozza. Which isn't too far from the truth so I don't really mind.
Dads Birthday Seahorse
This is a sequel for a picture that I did for my Dad when I was about seven or eight. His favourite animal is a seahorse. I’m not sure why, maybe because the male gets pregnant or carries the baby or something, that might be it. He always said as a joke that he wanted another seahorse, so this year I did, and he loved it, he cried when he saw it. I squished some dried flowers on the bottom left too but Rachel told me it would never get through England immigration so I couldn’t send it to him. So I Just sent him a photo of it. This one has more colours than the previous one. It was still in my experimenting phase of my watercolours; where I just put every colour in. I guess I’m still in that phase.
Old Man with Exploding Brain
So this one started off because I wanted to draw an old man. I like drawing old men with all their wrinkles. Old men have much more interesting faces than young men. And old women of course. Once I finished his face there was still half a page left over, and I don’t know how it came about but I started drawing colourful lines out of his mind, and he became the old man with the exploding brain.
The Drooping Eye
This started off because I really like drawing eyes. They are kind of the easiest thing but also the most important thing to draw when you are doing a face. And then Phil said it looked like a horses eye, and I’m not really sure if I agree or not but I guess it does, horses do have pretty big eyes. When I was drawing it I had the idea of the eye dripping, kind of dripping blood, and I like that look. It’s like a vampire, halloweeny thing. The crazy watercolour hair came after that, which made the lady look a bit fucked up, but in a good way.
So this is an older piece, it was one that I was working on for ages. I got really into drawing tattoo designs for a while, so I went and bought some cool pens and spent ages drawing each individual line. It’s one of the few ones that I have left without colour. Probably because I don’t really like coloured tattoos. A few people have told me how much they would like that as a tattoo, so maybe I will get into tattoo designs at some point, that would be pretty cool. I did this one when I was living with Rach and Milse, and Milse was trying to come up with an idea for her thesis, for her Honours in International Relations. So we’d been watching a lot of Palestine and Israel documentaries. But I was pretty focused on this drawing so I missed a lot of the documentaries and still don’t know too much about those topics.
Selfish Naughty Tiger
This was post a big birthday night out for Nath’s 26th, and I woke up after a couple of hours sleep to everyone still up in the living room. We just decided to just carry on, carry on with the day, and carry on with the party. Me and Biz and Ella decided to have a drawing day while Nath and Sheep and Mark huddled in the nest. I’d been saying to myself for a couple of weeks that I wanted to draw a lion, because a lion is my favourite animal, well one of them. Lions and turtles, in case you were wondering. And so it was me and Biz and Ella sitting at the table starting to draw while Nath was telling more and more stories and Sheep and Mark were laughing. The day just progressed, Nath kept telling stories, we kept drawing. Biz was drawing a picture of a girl with a diamond face with hearts for dimples, and Ella was drawing an African lady with really big ears and circles in the background. And the lion just gradually kept forming. Every now and then Nath would look over and be like “That Tiger is looking sick Olga”. It is actually a lion because it has a mane but he didn’t get that. For some reason that day Nath kept saying everything was ‘naughty’, so it turned into the Naughty Tiger. Then because it took me so long, probably the only piece I’ve spent more than five consecutive hours on, I decided I wanted to keep it for myself in my room. And then of course it turned into the “Selfish Naughty Tiger”. It eventually was just kept in the living room with all the other art.
Stop Pretending Art is Hard
I did that as one of my earlier art night pieces. I was listening to Amanda Palmers ukulele song - which I recommend you should listen to, and I was like “yeah, everyone should stop pretending art its hard”. So I made a sign for the house. I really like the swirls because it was one of my first times doing something freehand, and they came out looking really cool. Punctuation is super important in this piece, because if you read it “stop pretending, art is hard” then people get the wrong idea. There is no comma. I tweeted a picture of it at Amanda once I finished it, I was really excited, but she didn’t tweet back at me and I was pretty sad because she does usually tweet back at her fans.
The Mapuche Flag
So I wanted to do a big piece and I decided on the Mapuche flag because I lived in Chile for a year and loved it. The Mapuche flag is the indigenous people of Chile’s flag. They are downtrodden in Chile; have had to fight for their land rights, basically have just been screwed by the Spaniards. I really liked the Mapuche flag; I like the shape and the colors. It’s just a mad fucken flag. It took me quite a few days to do it. But I’m really happy with the way it turned out. And I like that when Chileans come over they see it and they’re like “yew qe Buena po weon”. When Pedro moved in he liked it a lot.
The Vagina Mary
The vagina Mary is not an original concept. I saw another vagina Mary that I liked, but that one was more Mary than vagina. So I decided to do one that was more vagina than Mary, and it just worked out really well, her shape just fits right on in there. I’m really happy with the colors I chose. I like the yellow and orange border; it gives it a bit of extra shebang. It’s just a great juxtaposition. I like doing vagina art because I think vaginas should be respected more; they should be more normalized within society. Periods are still a taboo topic in many circles and dudes still freak out about them, and it’s like just chill. It’s the most beautiful, amazing, natural thing and men should be bowing down to the creation of life.
If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now
It’s just a saying. We are all so young, and it’s hard to know what is going to happen in your life. And you want to be successful. But you just have to have faith in yourself now and you’ve gotta believe that if you’re going to be worth anything later that you’re worth something now. It’s a self-esteem thing, to keep morale high. I did it at an art night. You’ve got to put the time and effort in now, your life isn’t just going to happen, you have to work to that point. But it’s not the point you’re getting to man; it’s the journey man.
Rachel and Benedict
This is a picture that I traced, and then painted. The lines from the tracing helped me get the form, and then I did all the painting. It took me fucken ages. It’s a photo of Benedict and I at the highline festival in the Blue Mountains. Benedict bossed it and did some high lining; I scooted out onto the line. I aim to get better at high lining. This is the first portrait type thing that I did and it turned out well and I'm pretty happy with it. I aim to get better at faces so I can be better than my mum.
It’s nice to do busts, because the female body is pretty luscious, and it comes in all different shapes and sizes so you cant ever do a wrong women’s body. There’s always someone somewhere that looks something like that. I drew it and it kind of reminded me of my mums body, or my mums sisters body. My aunty does heaps of nudes; she used to always compare them to pears. I like that women can look like fruit.
Hold me Touch me Rachel
This was from my first art night. So I hadn’t drawn anything in ages, so it was pretty nice to play and experiment with watercolours; I haven’t picked those things up in ages. I was surprised that I was able to do something. I did it in pen, and there weren’t many mistakes, which was also a pleasant surprise. I did it for Rachel; because she was saying funny things, or maybe something sweet, I cant remember exactly. Rachel’s mum thought the one that says Rachel on it was Rachel. I guess I just like drawing the lines, I just like that style, a bit squiggly, it’s not perfect and it doesn’t have to be. It’s imperfect, which is fun. If you get it wrong and it’s a bit more forgiving. I also can’t draw faces yet, maybe ill get better over summer. That’s why none of them have faces. Faces are hard.
Man with Many Faces
I saw a picture that was similar to this and I liked it so I thought I’d draw it. I think Zoe was doing a collage so I decided to do one too, and there was all these weird little egg things and I wanted to use them because they were so peculiar. So I stuck them over his genetalia because I didn’t really want to draw that, so it worked out perfectly. And then it looks cool at the same time. And I drew a face! It wasn’t particularly skilled, but I drew one. I think that was my first face. So I was very happy.
I like flowers. Anne had been doing really cool flower drawings and I was jealous. No - I was inspired. The first flowers turned out really well and then last one looked like a vagina. But that’s ok. I’d like to do this picture again, because until this piece I hadn’t used paint watercolours. So it was a bit of an experiment. I tried to do a dribble effect which I thought didn’t really work out, but everyone else seemed to like it. I think the purple turned out pretty well.
These were the first mountains that I drew. Started off as a bit of a doodle. It was right after the Nepal earthquake and I was thinking about mountains so started drawing them. It was at an art night, I’m sure I would have been drinking wine at the time, and I remember not really knowing where I was going with it at the beginning, I guess I built on it over a few weeks. I was pretty happy with how they turned out so it inspired me to draw similar pictures.
I was inspired by a picture I’d seen where lines similar to these sunk into a big black hole. So that’s how it started off, and then it just became a meditative thing that I added on to over quite a few weeks, usually at art nights. It took a really long time, and it changed and grew as I worked on it. At the beginning the black lines where single, then I wanted the white to look like the lines so I made them thicker. The bottom when I first did it was inspired by the ocean and meant to look like waves coming through, but now it looks a bit like crevices. I dropped food and or make up on it so now there is a blemish on it. This one and the White Mountain one now live on my lounge room wall, because I like them a lot.
I think this was around the time I started doing floristry. So I wanted to do some funky flower paintings and play with watercolours. I guess I kept it pretty geometric because I find it easier to build on pictures in that way. And then I gave it to my good friend Olga for being a legend, and it was around the time she was going away for her regional work so I gave it to her as a goodbye gift. It was the first picture that I did where I figured out that I needed to do the watercolours first and then ink it, because all my other drawings I would draw first and then paint it and the colours would run
Talk to the Heavenly Bodies
I did these after the first mountains because I was really happy and wanted to create something similar. But this one is done more as a collage, so the background is painted separately and then I stuck the mountains and the moon on top. The words around the moon are from a Gary Bartz song called “Celestial Blues” that I’d been listening to a lot, which I thought were pretty funky.
Upside Down Geometric
One of the very first pictures I did when I started coming to art night, I’d never really know what I was drawing, and would just start off with geometric shapes and build on them. I’d try and keep them symmetrical. This one was inspired by mandalas, and was one of the first ones that I remember being happy with. It inspired me to keep making art as it turned out really interesting. The patterns don’t mean anything but people often put my pattern drawings the wrong way up, which seems odd to me because I think they have a pretty clear direction, but that is probably because I’ve been concentrating on them a lot.
It reminds me of my favorite movie from when I was little, Rainbow Bright. She was a rainbow and she had a pet unicorn. I like the rainbow colours. It kind of looks like a rainbow explosion giving birth to a unicorn. When people are asked what their favourite artwork is in the room, they usually don’t point to my unicorn, but sometimes they do and it makes me feel pretty good. Using the acrylic paints instead of watercolours was a good idea; it made it stand out more. That was the first time that I’d used the acrylic.
So this one time over Easter, Birri and I decided to have an impromptu art night. I found a facemask on the ground that I decided to trace. I didn’t really realize but it kind of looked like the devil. So then Birri and I spent the next five hours doing some seriously detailed artwork. The next day we swum in a waterfall and it was great. But the painting I guess was inspired by high school fashion. Supre released some t-shirts in the early 2000’s that had some slogans on them. One of the slogans was 99% angel, 1% devil. I though that described Lucifer and myself pretty well.
Everyone knows the book rainbow fish. So I kind of tried to recreate that one with some watercolours. I got a bit lost with how I was going to make him sparkly, then Genevieve gave me some cool foil that you rub over paintings that you press down and rub off and it leaves a trace of sparkles. I named it Sparkly Phil because it was all sparkly, and one morning my boyfriend Phil woke up with glitter all over his face and called himself Sparkly Phil.
People forget about owls because they never see them since they only come out at night. I always thought they were pretty cool because they are mysterious and are synonymous with being wise. I spent a fair bit of time thinking about how I could make his eyes look wise. But instead of wise he actually looks like he’s saying “fucken what”. As I was drawing him I looked over at my unfinished work of Kramer, it inspired me to draw a suit and some chest hair. He’s an owl that means business.
So basically every morning on my way to work I drove past this artist gallery in Surry hills. And there was this one painting that’s been there for about two years of this cityscape with lights. I really liked it, and I always wondered why no one ever bought it. If I had money I would buy it because it’s probably one of my favourite paintings ever. So I tried to recreate it. It was a pretty huge piece of paper and its not as great as the original but I still like it. My lights are bit more colourful than the ones in the window. Some people think its Sydney and some people think its Seattle.
This work is a direct copy of an ink sketch of a good friend, from a time when I was living in Prague. I was his muse and he was mine, artistically. With this work I wanted to directly show what it looked like in the notepad’s original form. So I simply enlarged the spiral and pages of the notebook. It takes me back to the smoky bars in Prague, drinking liters of delicious beer and sketching all my friends.
When I did this work I was over in Denmark at a festival called Roskilde. I was there as a part of a team of graffiti artists from Brisbane. I was kind of their apprentice for about a year learning how to paint murals and use cans, and was fortunately invited over to paint with them. The artwork was the first piece I painted alone over in Europe, all the others were collaborations, so this was a big step for me to take a wall and come up with something on the spot to do on it. The whole theme was living life through love instead of fear, so I was influenced by this and really felt that creativity and art is part of our everyday existence, hence the lungs. The lungs are breathing in and out colours - which is funny because that is what happens when you use spray paints. It was really challenging to get the lines straight using spray cans but with encouragement from the boys I managed to pull it off.
So this is the piece I mentioned earlier in the interview. This was the first piece I painted on the John Lennon tribute wall; it was a real pleasure painting legally in a really public space. I could take my time and it became kind of performance art with all the tourists passing by. After working closely with traditional graffiti writers I was pretty influenced at the time to experiment with letters. I like that it is really simple and I don’t care that it breaks a lot of traditional graffiti norms. The sentiment from the song “Imagine”, is my strongest association with John Lennon and his legacy, a peaceful world would be pretty rad.
One world was from one of the designs I created during my Masters, just ink on paper. It was nice to realize it on a wall. I really believe that the world is heavily divided and drowning in violence and war, and that the worst people have the power. I think we need daily reminders that we are all a part of the one organism, and everything we do affects everyone else. I just wish people would wake up and start being caretakers of the planet once again, like the indigenous cultures have been doing forever, as opposed to destroying it. This wall is at a surf camp in a regional area of Mexico. With an international crowd passing through the area, I think it is a relevant reminder that we are all interconnected and at the end of the day, are all the same.
Trolls Under the Stairs
This is one of the more lighthearted pieces that I’ve done. I wanted to put something funny and entertaining up that people of all ages could relate to. This personally reminds me of my childhood. All the trolls have a different character. There is the stoner troll, the tripper troll, the big wave surfer, the coco loco, the silly guy troll and the in-love troll. All the locals loved trying to associate which ones were who from the community. This is also at the surf camp in Pascuales, Mexico. Pascuales was the second surf spot I visited in Mexico, and where I began to push myself and see the improvement, and just overall enjoy surfing again.
I did this during my first real breakup. I did it in México, where at times all I wanted to do was not feel anything. Alcohol was the most commonly available thing. I can’t remember the exact night, for obvious reasons, but I remember feeling especially gloomy. I certainly noticed how quickly alcohol can create a dependence as a means to cover how you really feel. It’s not something I was acutely unaware of, but it was definitely a wake up call. As I mentioned earlier in the interview I used my own blood for the red.
The Lonesome Boatman
I think I started this when I was in Sweden. It was during a time when I was trying to express what I was feeling, without verbalising it too much. I fell in love with this poem called Silent Annie by an old Irishman called Finbar Furey. Silent Annie is about an old sea captain who is dying in a park, perceived by many as nothing more than a homeless drunk, until a passer by kneels down to hear his story. He speaks about his boat with love, he was her captain and she was his queen. I put my own little dark twist on it, by putting the skull on his shoulder. To me skulls represent death. The raven symbolises the devils messenger. The fact that the raven is sitting on the skull which is sitting on his shoulder, represents that even in death you’re held accountable for what you have done in life. What I like about this drawing is that it captures the fact that he is dead, to put it bluntly. And it just looks cool, his beard is fucking bad arse.
I drew this because I really like crows and ravens; I think that they are the devils messengers. It is one of the first drawings I remember doing where I got to a certain point and I made myself stop. For me my creative process goes like this; it goes start, ill sketch it, then I usually hate it, then I keep going, then I start to like it, then I start inking it in. Next I’ll develop a picture in my head of what the finished picture looks like, and I start to hate it again, and then I leave it for ages and it either never gets finished or I come back to it and use lots of lines and dots and detail the fuck out of it. With this one I remember telling myself to just leave it. I had pictured it really dark with lots of heavy lines, but then for some reason I left it and just added some minimal detail, did the old led pencil on the finger trick and shaded it in. This is my first memory of liking something really simplistic.
This one is another of my favourites, because it looks fucking cool. I can’t exactly remember why I did this, but I’m pretty sure it’s because the band I was listening to, The Black Dahlia Murder. They have an album called Ritual and the first three songs are some of my favourite songs ever. They are all about Halloween, sacrifices, burning stuff and all that other fun stuff that I’m into. *I interject the interview here with “yaaay yoga - would you like raw treat with that?” to which Jed heartily laughs*. This was another one that I originally fucking hated when I first inked it in, it looked horrible. The main skull was shit, the nose was kook, and for some reason I forgot to put a jaw on, which I hated. I remember as a result of my hatred for the skull, I thought, “Fuck it, I’m going to draw sharp bits of wood through it”. It got to a point where I’d over detailed it, but once I offset it with red, it turned out to be one of my favourite drawings.
I drew this as I was coming to the end of my travels. I had this feeling like I wasn’t ready to go home yet. But it was getting to a point where I didn’t really have any other choice. I’d already been through Germany and California and Mexico, so I’d been a stranger for a few many months. I remember that in Berlin, I’d never felt so accepted as a stranger. That notion of being a stranger, yet feeling like I still belonged, really stuck with me for the rest of my travels. I just didn’t feel ready to go home, I wanted to be somewhere where I was a stranger again. I had “the bug”, as I’ve heard it called by various characters, a lust to get amongst the world. Unfortunately things didn’t work out that way, obviously they weren’t meant to. I like this drawing because I have an absolute obsession with Native American headdresses. I love feathers, I love how they look. But I fucking hate drawing them, they take ages and I’m impatient as fuck. This piece means a lot to me, drawings bring back memories and every time I look at this I’m reminded of a thousand different things and a hundred different places.
Funk in Your Eye
This is one of my favorites, its quite old. I was inspired because I always have a snotty nose. I’m always sneezing, I get allergic really easy. I drew this one in Peru; I remember being really frustrated because every time I would drink I would wake up with a blocked nose. It’s gone away since I left Peru. It’s not really a deep artwork, what you see is as deep as it goes, as deep as my nose. I did it with pencils, in my little scribbling book I brought with me. I like that the shape of the face has an Inca feel to it, maybe I got inspired after Machu Pichu. I tried using contrasting colours in this one, and I think that worked.
Haircut From Hell
I drew this one when I was twelve years old, in a book. I have no idea why. Oh wait, I do, I wasn’t twelve I was sixteen, and it was after I did six months of a hair dressing apprenticeship. I didn’t really like working there, so I guess this is just a joke about how people go to hairdressers and their haircuts don’t’ turn out how they wanted them. That must be where I got my inspiration. It started off as a drawing in my book but then when I was in LA a few years ago, there was a French lady who owned a hostel and she was really eccentric, so I asked her if she wanted a mural. I showed her the drawing I did and she loved it so she let me paint on the walls, which was pretty cool. I brought my posca pens with me; this was my first mural only using posca pens. I really like this one because I like drawing things that don’t make sense, because then you get people walking past who get a bit of a shock. I also like making a joke through a picture and having people laugh when they see it.
Leopard Dog from Puerto Escondido
One night when we were in Mexico we went to a food market, and I saw a dog and it had leopard print on it. No one believed me, because no one saw it except me. But I swear I saw it, so that is where I got the inspiration. I drew it in my book; and I like this one because it’s really colourful, and a bit messy. I think it could go on a t-shirt maybe. When I look at it, it brings me straight back to there and gives me a little giggle.
Waves Are Usually Formed by Unicorns Drilling Holes in the Ocean With Their Stoinka Sticks
When I started drawing this one, it was just going to be a normal wave. My dad is really good at drawing waves so I wanted to draw one too. After a while I guess I got bored with it, so I wanted to add something weird, and I guess no one has ever seen a unicorn surfing have they? Or just a unicorn for that matter. But then I thought this could actually be a myth or a legend of how waves actually came to be. I think I did this in Sweden at the beginning of winter so I was really craving surfing. I guess I was the unicorn surfing the wave because the possibility of me surfing felt so imaginary, about as likely as a unicorn surfing a wave. I drew this one in pencil on my schoolbook, that’s why it has lines through it.
This one actually came from an idea that I had at home in summer, we had a barbeque and we were putting corn on it. Someone said something about putting raw corn on a barbeque, and I thought “Oo.. Rock on Raw Corn!”. My friends and I love puns, even though it’s considered one of the lowest forms of humor. Probably above sarcasm, but that is also pretty funny as a lot of my paintings are quite sarcastic too.
I also think this piece goes well with the fact that a lot of people today are into Raw Food. There are a lot of raw food rebels rockin’ on out there. There’s lots of hard core corn - Ooooop is that another pun haha. I would really like to put this design on a t-shirt. I think I have enough paintings that I’m going to try and get them together and start selling them on shirts soon.
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This bird itself is quite tidy; I love all the colourful birds you have over here. The other day I took my kayak paddling down the river, I think it’s the Murray River, and there were a couple of birds just fishing along the water. We could paddle right up to them. It was so gorgeous, especially with those blue ones you see hopping about. All it was missing was David Attenborough’s voice. I love the birds back home too. At Grannie and Granddads they had lots of colourful birds. Tits, Robins, a nice array. For this one I used watercolours over the top of a fine pen. I find it really hard to separate shapes just with watercolours, so the pens help.
It was a picture of Mohammad Ali; I saw the photograph when I was out one night. Nearly the whole thing is white, his shirt and everything is white, and you’re just drawn to seeing his big black eyes and hair. I like it cause I don’t usually do portraits; I find eyes quite hard to draw. The eyes came out really nicely, and I got these first go, usually it takes me a bout ten goes. Plus it looks like it’s just his head; you can’t really see his shoulders until you look up close. This one didn’t take me too long to do; you know sometimes when you are doing something and it works out well, you don’t have to have too many goes. Maybe just two or three evenings of intermittingly just relaxing, having a drink and doing some drawing.
Two Dicks and a Rod
So this is for Josh’s birthday. We went down to Jindy for a few drinks and relaxed by the lake having a few brewskies, doing some drawing. It’s Penis Josh fishing with Penis Ben, best penis friends. I like drawing penises - if someone has a smirk or if people have a giggle then that’s worth it right there. I love when people take the time to do poo entertainment on the cubicle of the toilet. I drew a lot of dicks in the toilets when I was in university. If there were ten minutes until class, I’d go in and spend some time drawing penises in different scenarios. It was always wiped off in the next day or two; but the amount of traffic going in there someone was bound to have a giggle. Some of the ones I drew in uni were gold. No one knew my dick drawing identity. As a whole, I’m quite pleased with this drawing; it could be my best dick pic to date.