Category: Portfolio

as the title suggests here;

I was bored at work.

so I drew a cat.

For my Fine Art course, I was looking at the communication of movement through line and directional mark making.

I took a video of myself dancing in the studio, focusing on fluidity and large exaggerated movements, then took screenshots of positions I liked.

This was a test piece where I was experimenting with Ink and acrylic, and also deciding how I wanted to illustrate the body first.

This drawing was created for my fine art degree before I switched to Illustration, where I was exploring the relationship between predator and prey and applying that to the treatment of women in society and the rise of modern radical feminism online.

“soul” was originally supposed to be an experimental drawing to explore how I liked to present colour and line in my work

This is one of three illustrations created for a short online summer course I took in 2025 run by The Norwich University of Art.

“I Don’t Think I Belong Here” was a metaphor for social isolation from peers and friends, but also from family and even strangers. The chameleon in the back is the key focal point, pointed towards by the table which is laid out with foods he would not eat. He fades into the background as he realises he is not the same as the other guests, anxiously withdrawing from the party he doesn’t feel he belongs at.

My boyfriend and I managed to accidentally stumble into a social for people with ADHD, and this is the collection of illustrations I created during that evening.

The task of the evening was to describe what neurodiversity was to you through drawings, and these are what I came up with to describe the state of my somewhat abnormal brain.

Art for me largely works as an outlet for venting my frustrations, anxieties, and other general grievances that tend to come with human existence. This is what mainly came out during this exercise; The constant noise in my head and in my environment, my habit of ‘misplacing’ items (why is it always just in the place it was supposed to be?), procrastination and the guilt that comes with it.

I personally hate using felt tip pens, but they were the only things provided during the evening, and despite not being a fan of the medium I ended up enjoying the process and the outcome.