Inspired by the architecture of home and focused on how memories and histories are distorted by time into nostalgia.
Pen and ink artist based in Glasgow, Scotland.
An archway, some flagstones, and a turret
…..and a mythical, magical, distorted, nostalgic world is created.
Inspired by the architecture of home in Scotland and focused on how memories and histories are distorted by time into nostalgia, the stories we tell, and the storytelling traditions.
Deliberately not use reference photos but instead letting memories of houses, castles, bridges, closes, and stairs all merge together.
Surrounded by beautiful architecture, made from wonderful textured materials, that have seeped into the DNA.
“I just can’t help myself…I love an archway, some flagstones, and a turret!”
The results are drawings to give you an escape from reality, a make believe, distorted, nostalgic world. They provide a backdrop, a stage-set, for you to create your own stories……just add imagination.
Once upon a time…
…there was a little girl, in a little town, who lived in a big odd shaped house. The house had a curved front wall, big windows in the roof, and odd shaped rooms inside. When the little girl grew up she started drawing odd shaped houses, with odd shaped doors, and odd shaped windows.
THE END……? no, THE BEGINNING….
The little girl had an odd shaped bedroom with 5 walls instead of 4, a teeny tiny fireplace, and a huge oversized window that overlooked a little hill. The hill was round and smooth, covered in grass with 4 trees on top.
Sometimes the little girl would climb to the top of the little hill and look down at her odd shaped house, with the oversized window, in her odd shaped room, and would wonder about the people who had lived in the odd shaped house before her and would try to imagine what stories their lives would tell.
The little hill was called “Forthill” but there was no fort on top of the hill (and believe me, the little girl had looked!) She could only conclude that the fort had disappeared into time but the name had remained. She would imagine what a fort would have been like, who might have lived there, and who they were fortifying themselves from.