This is a series of illustrative bookart I created to pair with a recent piece of prose I wrote during my time in isolation. “Sinking beneath the surface of the nightThe sky and the ocean meld and split apart again,Indecisive lovers,Soft skin stretches across jutting bones,You pull your fingers through your hair and stretch upward, The long arching shape of your back,Casts shadows onto the bedr...

Enjoy this short illustrated story from Sanctuary First of a little bear. Written by Alec Shuttleworth and Illustrated by Edward Steel. The story shows the touching perspective of the corona virus lockdown though the eyes of a young little bear unable to visit and see his Granny. We will shortly be publishing this story as a digital and printed book available for download and purchase from the...

These are some portraits from my book I made at my summer internship called “Mama Africa” it was the sequel to my first book (“Not your typical Muslims”) that I also made at the same internship. 

What a waste of spacesaid the hope not kissing upa rainbow flag, just knocked aboutsomewhere beyondthe sunny hills of Teheranlitres of hate are lashing downstreaming clockwise towards the DNA of involutionpromoting their right to be young folks larking it upordering censorship at the  barWhat a waste of sweatsaid Jesus not coming downfrom the cross, pungently holdinga sarcastic comment:We're no...

My name is Sadie Jordan, I'm a 22 year old, London based illustrator and creative. I have just self published my own WOC empowering colouring book entitled; Beauty and the Braid.  I created the book  as part of my final major project at London college of fashion as a celebration of  Afro-Caribbean hairstyles and textures in all their glory. As a woman of colour myself I have often struggled wit...

I stared at an old photo of my father and I. He and I sat down together on the couch happily with bright smiles. I love my father and he loves me. You see, my parents have five kids. Jessie, Julia, Jasmin, Jasper and lastly me, Julius, their only son. So, of course he and I have a strong connection. He’d always take me out to watch movies with him, play catch, eat out, and all that ordinary Ame...

fallen between the abstract | a distant hallelujah          next to the clovesI slip and am unsalvageable, but I know howforgiveness is shaped even if I have never knownthe scent of purity | lashing out at horns thatbreed like passing streetlights before the fire ever began           nightswithout fire, without heat | the estrangementnow named home, the fireflies of Connecticutthat move me from...

Left to rot for my right to fly, What happened to subtlety? Suffering each day with a disease called life Still, we all know its cure... My palliative escape is to the movies And revel in another's anguish. While the instruments of my fantasised success collect dust. Uncut tension bounces from the walls Followed by a bewildered fixed stare. Have I? Can I? Will I find heaven? In my corner of the...

Gouache on paper 18x22 cm2021