Wolf Saanen, art & animism
(2011) Digital illustration.
I was delighted when Den & Ink asked me if I wanted to collaborate with her. She is such a talented illustrator, and to share a canvas with her was wonderful.
The plan was simple; there was no plan. All we did was pass this drawing back and forth. It grew organically into this amazing piece.
I had a lot of fun, and we’ll be doing this again soon.
Hello m’dears and dears!
On today’s Twitch livestream I made this monthly page for my bullet journal, and I would like to make it available to you too.
Today is the Winter Solstice. While I was outside waiting for dawn to break, I was visited by some very strong (yet gentle) Bear energy. He just had to feature on this page of my journal.
If you use this in your journal, I would love to see photos!
I hope you all have a magical day!
“Leafy Boi 2” 2020
Digital illustration.
I just found out about these leafy bois, and they are adorable! They are a species of sea slug nicknamed the “sea sheep”. These tiny wee critters are not only pretty, but they can photosynthesise.
I will be making improvements to this sketch in a few days.
“Leafy Boi” 2020
Digital illustration.
I just found out about these leafy bois, and they are adorable! They are a species of sea slug nicknamed the “sea sheep”. These tiny wee critters are not only pretty, but they can photosynthesise.
I will be making improvements to this sketch in a few days.
“Armadillo” 2020
Digital illustration
This was a commission for a friend. It eluded me for the best part of a year, but I finally cracked it (the painting, not an armadillo). I had a lot of fun experimenting with this, and I think I might paint this way again.
“Sleepy Fox” 2020
Digital illustration.
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I know we are still in Summer, but Autumn vibes are the best vibes. I wanted to draw something cute, and what is cuter than a sleepy wee fox?
I wasn’t expecting to write today, but here we are.
I had a nightmare last night. I don’t want to go into details, but in it I had managed to get back into art school. My mum was so proud. Then I did something abhorrent, and my mum was disgusted at and ashamed of me. Why did I have to ruin my achievement by being such an awful person?
There are some things to unpack here. Firstly, I graduated from the Glasgow School of Art back in 2005. It was a difficult time. I had no relationships in my course, either with students or tutors. I spend most of my time hiding at my boyfriend’s flat instead of working. I was so scared of even being there I was unable to engage with anything. My projects were few and far between, and were all shit.
I really should have been kicked out after my first public art project. I wasn’t cut out higher education, never mind the course was on. But I made it to my fourth year when the department head stepped in and told me I should take a year out, and come back when my head was on straight.
In reterospect, I know she was right. However, I felt that she hated me and wanted me out. I was also scared of telling my parents that I had “failed”, and had no idea how I could afford to repeat a year. Instead, I stuck it out and produced a half-assed degree show, and a quarter-assed dissertation. I had a miserable time, and ended up with a third class Honours degree. The whole thing was dire. I couldn’t even face going to my graduation ceremony.
I have recurring dreams of being able to return. I hand back my degree parchment, my slate is wiped clean, and I get to try again. Sometimes I remain in Environmental Art, and sometimes I switch over to Communication Design so I can practice illustration. I’m yet to see how the courses work out.
My time at GSA is my biggest regret. It was an amazing opportunity that some artists would give their eye teeth to attend, and I squandered it. I came out with even less skills than I had when I went in, and it was all my own fault.
But if given the chance, would I return? That’s a good question.
And now to my mother. I feel sick to my stomach thinking about what I did in my nightmare, and how she looked at me afterwards. I wish I could speak to her, and talk this through. She would tell me it was just a silly dream, and that she was proud of me for who I am, and that she loved me. I don’t have that opportunity though, as she passed away a few years ago. I’m a grown-ass woman, and I am sitting here wishing that my mum was here to hug me and tell me that everything is okay. I just need to hear her voice.
I’m not sure what I was expecting from writing this. Maybe I am waiting for someone, anyone, to intervene in my life and make things better. In the mean time I am going to cry, and pray for a restful night.
“Coyote” 2020
Digital illustration.
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We might be verging into TMI territory. Coyote came to me during one of my shamanic practitioner training weeks, and it was a wild week. Prior to working with Coyote I had considered myself asexual for years, but BAM! I suddenly had a sex drive. It was really frightening and fun at the same time. A few month later, my sex drive calmed down and now I enjoy a healthy amount of sex with my partners. Things also went wrong regularly that week, and I lost many things. Wild times.
I’ve been wanting to draw Coyote, and share this wee story for a while, but I was worried I would be judged for not being asexual when I was so, so sure that I was.
“Meadow Hare” 2020
Digital illustration.
Based on my earlier piece “Spring Hare”, I created this using the lasso tool in Photoshop. I am really excited by this style; I get so uptight in making my drawings as lifelike as possible that creating becomes a chore, so making something less strict is a joy. In future, I think I will make a lasso version of all my work in future. It makes me smile. I am reminded of lino printing, something I don’t have the space to do at present.
Drawn from a journey undertaken on 11/05/2020
I donned the cloak and antlers of Earth Deer Spirit. Alongside the Blackshuck, I began my journey.
It was dusk. The pinks bled into purples, then magentas. Pinpoints of light marking the constellations began to appear, and with them the luminous colours of the Starbirds. We were invited to traverse the skies with them.
Up we went, my edges merging with the night sky. The Milky Way sparkled below us, showing the Starbirds the way. The pale lights and sweet scents of the Upper World drew us in, where the Great Phoenix was burning bright in the topmost branches of the World Tree.
I had to move through the crowd gathered around Phoenix, being careful not to bump into children who were running around in delight. Falling from the azure sky were Her feathers, and the children were making a game of gathering as many feathers as possible. A feather danced into my hand.
I was called forward by Phoenix to hear her message.
I am a creature of all three realms. I am born in the Lower World; my nest of ashes is safe amongst the roots of the World Tree. I die in the Upper World; my burning a spectacle in the crown of the World Tree. My body rises, and my ashes fall, through the Middle World; my forms spiraling around the trunk of the World Tree.
My cycle is ending. My body has almost burnt up. My ashes are falling through your world, gathering ready for my rebirth.
It takes time for the dust to settle.
