This is a song about a drunk mermaid.


Small People

This is a short science fiction story I am working on – inspired by an article about gigantic solar farms planned in Africa to earn money by exporting electricity to other countries. “But what about the people who already live there?” I thought.



Anyway. I hope you enjoy it. Any comments on how to improve it gratefully received. It’s about 3000 words.


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octopus purple TIDY

I drew this with a dip pen and purple ink, and coloured it with a wash and drops of turquoise.

I had to tidy this up a lot in GIMP because of the ink bleeding into the paper though – I think this cheap watercolour paper is a false economy! Next payday i shall be visiting a proper art shop.




I like whales.

Tiger Tiger (hunting in water)


Tiger Tiger (hunting in water)

I always loved this poem by Blake. Tigers are pretty magnificent (although using them as evidence of a divine being may be taking things a little far).

This is a sketch with dip pen in indian ink, then washes of different coloured inks layered on top. It’s not perfect but I like it anyway!

The Tyger
By William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Here are my inks!
making of tiger