A poem written by Megan Wallace, the talented founder and editor of Spectrum Zine, an online publication testing the boundaries of where queer feminism can go. The words were inspired by Rossetti’s Goblin Market, a literary gem in erotic poetry that is swathed in metaphor.
I created three panels illustrating the poem that are intended to be read in a cycle- endlessly repeating.
As we walked hand-in-hand and silent,
basking in the streetlamp’s judgmental glare,
I would watch the interlocking shapes of our shadows
keeping time on the pavement.
Later, I traced eternity with my eyes shut,
following the outlines of your body
as we lay in the wrinkled sheets
of my single bed.
I will lay my body down,
I will stretch my legs out
as wide as they will go
I will wrap my arms around you
to form a bridge
between then and now
This piece was requested by a friend, after I babbled at her about the greatness of recording something once hurtful in a drawing- for me when I doodle like this- the painful event becomes something distant and other than myself.
” Can you not show your affection so much, when I am trying hard to care less “
A companion piece to the ‘has anything changed’ drawing, actually drew this first and then decided a companion would be nice. A quote again taken from life, ‘”You’re still so tanned from your holiday”, “Oh, it’s because I dream of the sunlight on my skin”.
I’ve been trying to listen out for lovely little phrases people say, the beautiful can be found in the mundane.
I’ve been experimenting with using dotted background to give my characters a bit more of a grounding, sometimes I feel they’re floating away in space with no solid thing to tether them to!
Writing quotes around the edges of pieces also creates a frame, this piece reads – ‘He spoke so softly as he held me. “I’ve missed your voice.” In the morning I asked if anything had changed. “No.”‘
My flatmate coined the phrase jollancholly- and this drawing is on that theme. Everyone has been told they’re not wanted, in many different contexts, but each time it happens it still snags just the same!
What you’re looking at here, is grade A procrastination! I doodled two falling ladies after peeking at a distant friend’s Instagram in which her new style of illustration, with dynamic and animated women are going down a storm. People always bounce off each other, and I’m proud to say I now have a group of people that I can send my work to, and they send theirs to me.
A collective in the truest sense of the word, sponsors creativity and builds lasting friendships.
Recently I’ve been experimenting with these kind of funky patterns, inspired by various things, firstly Matisse and his famous cut-outs, the falling leaves of Autumn and experiments in automatic drawing and letting my hand do all the work and my mind rest a little! I just scan them in and tend to colour the spiky shapes in black by hand, but the rest of the block colours are just quick experiments in Photoshop! So easy and simple but they are cheerful little patterns!