The sun rises on Judah Feel the dust beneathSoft breeze and gentle peace tread their way through the campAs they face the presenceWhat lies within is only magnified by how the first light breaks the darkness up. Dawn chorus. The choirs of angels announce the arrival of something that will yet be overshadowed by what's to come. But what's to come? 

I'm an interdisciplinary artist based in Scotland and I like to create stories that help the viewer wonder and wander. My current work mostly through films and illustrations explores themes of nature in Scotland, mystical stories, diaspora and I also work to decolonize Scottish museums so a lot of my artwork is rooted in humanism and feminism. I like to explore the extraordinary in the ordinary...

Skulls coming back to life using crystals magic glow sound cool to you? 🙃I came up with this idea and I want to turn into a series of illustrations..A setting in which after an apocalipse, objects were left behind, nature took over, a goblin was living inside it, something magical connected to the object and is now turning that skull back to life!.I know, kind of insane.But I'll keep drawing t...

If he should venture to brooks, vales or the unkempt margins of cities(the wilder edges of sight), a nameless one named, a once-wry warden of forests provokedby his predators -by his flower-flecked face (fierce and ageless), you will know him.It hangs like a trophy on the walls of cafés and cathedrals,a god hoisted and framed on the signs of public houses, those features plucked from old pagean...

Since her houndedWounding teens, Woodland sounds And glinting streamsReclaim the arbors Of sick dreams,Blur the city's Brazen glamour,Silence too The inner clamour Of obsessive self-dictations,Make the wind A roving stationAcross the moist And nearly morning. Here, time-to-timelessTrances confirm A vernal Heaven, At once connective And forgiving.Yet creatures runFrom an eternal Present into bu...