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Well chuffed with new tattoo!

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My black dyed hands from fabric dying without gloves because I am a pleb.

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Boxer illustration for a CD cover.

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Repurposed old sketch from a rashguard design

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Gemma's Space

Sitting at the table, Gemma stared at the crystal clear feat of Monday morning. The glass of water. The glass of water she anticipates every morning without fail. Her arms ache and the water shakes as her nerves jitter against the table. She just can’t move quick enough. Her mind can, her mind is always awake. Her mind has already completed the task. It’s infuriating. Enough to make her shake.

“Gemma for god sake drink your water! I haven’t got time for you today.” Saids the carer,

distracting Gemma from her jigsaw puzzle only to look at another puzzling face.

Neither challenge presents any further clarity as to why she is still here in this liminal space.

“What day is it?” She asks.

“It’s Tuesday Gemma.”

“Is my mum coming soon?” Gemma asks.

“Not today. Soon.” The stranger saids flicking through word search puzzles equally uninterested in the repeat of just another mundane day.

The other girls gather for the ritually timed breakfast. Porridge, toast or cereal.

“Gemma?”

“Toast. Toast with jam.”

“Sorry Gemma there’s no jam, besides you had jam yesterday.”

“I want jam today.”

“Well you can’t, you had jam yesterday and you can have jam tomorrow.”

Enough! She just wants a change of scene. She wants to see her mum. What day is it?

Gemma throws her shoulder into the table, soaking herself as she screams confusingly into the lonely bustling kitchen. “FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF!”

“Gemma, you are not to speak to me like that, remember!” Saids the ignorant unfamiliar face. It’s not fair.

Gemma picks up the inviting coffee and throws it at the stranger, soaking them both in a tepid idea of a different day from yesterday.

There is no jam today or enough space, not enough to save face.

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More sleazy edits of my halloween pics as practice for book illustration textures. Trying to go for that pulpy adult/horror bookstore look.

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Just killing time, dunno if its a better design but a fun alternative.

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My fellas back.

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October 2022 me and Louis

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Louis taking a break. October 2022.

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Feel the need to show off my sexy new boyfriend!

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This is an illustration of my foot. I do feel like the faggy Quentin Tarantino at times but hey! Mens Feet! am I right?

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Just messing about with depth, a bit of Egon Schiele inspiration.

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A shoot for Gelert is Dead.

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I had terrible teeth as a kid. I was on treatment in the maxillofacial department. They planned to break both my upper and lover jaw and realign them. An expensive surgery and for what was borderline cosmetic.

To prep I wore braces for 2 years and by the time I had them off I decided against the surgery. It was so extreme and once I saw my straight teeth (not anymore) I was happy enough.

To this day I still cover my mouth instinctively. To me its the vulnerable point. Whatever story my eyes spun, my mouth couldn't hide my anxiety.

Later I found out that my ex-boyfriend was drawn to me because of my mouth. The thing I was insecure about was attractive to him.

We can be cunts to ourselves alright.

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photo from soho shoot

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Rough comp sketch (crash) figure hitting the floor.