MY
ARTWORK
Each creation is a glimpse into my mind: shaped by opinions, inspired by artists I admire, and with silly stories or poems to tell the tale.
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A Little Extra with Every Order
✨ Every original painting comes with a greeting card with a handwritten story.
🖨 Every print also includes the story behind the piece.
🎁 All orders are gift-wrapped in brown paper and twine at no extra charge.
You can buy original pieces (if they’re still available) or choose from high-quality prints and greeting cards:
Prints: (200gsm silk)
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A2 – £25
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A3 – £18
To order, fill out the contact form below, or click the Instagram button, and drop me a DM. Easy!
Now available for commissions! Do you have a specific size, theme, colour palette, or concept in mind? I’d love to bring your vision to life, just let me know!
Title: Oar-dinary People
Price: £120 (ORIGINAL SOLD)
Size: 30 x 40 cm
Medium: Acrylic, Acrylic Pens and Oil Pastels
Not sinking,
But never arriving.
Just drifting,
Where coordination
is mistaken for
connection.
We call it peaceful,
but I wonder
is it peace?
Or just the presence
of the Oar-dinary.
Title: Radiating Home
Price: £120
Size: 30 x 40 cm
Medium: Acrylic, Acrylic Pens and Oil Pastels
They radiate, not in silence.
One sun, one moon,
and a tail that paints stars
across the carpet.
They hum a low-pitched comfort,
radiating home in crooked, perfect light.
Title: Deceptive Harvest
Price: £250 (ORIGINAL SOLD)
Size: 40 x 50 cm
Medium: Acrylic, Acrylic Pens and Oil Pastels
Its hands, once gentle, hold a carrot and a bunny.
The heart it once had is missing, not stolen, not lost, just absent.
And so, the dance continues, the lost and the seeking, each believing in something that's already gone.
Title: The Ninth
Price: £220 (ORIGINAL SOLD)
Size: 40 x 50 cm
Medium: Acrylic, Acrylic Pens, Oil Pastels
In a shadowed alley, a black cat who’s cheated death eight times perches atop a mound of spilt cocaine. The remains of his latest hunt stare down in defeat as a ghost.
As if saying a silent goodbye to the place that’s kept him alive and almost killed him time and time again… he leaves. For his last life, he’d rather spend it somewhere else. And so, he waits, ready to hand over the empire, leaving behind his tally-marked wall and one final, famous frown.
The Ninth (drug lord name) wants to feel normal in retirement and would love his new family to rename him:
