Sugar, Butter and self-willing Flour! :)

Rose.

This is a rose, in the summertime. 

What can i say about this rose.

I think of it like my life, So many different layers, shapes and surprisingly

colours.

It is a Portrait of me..

Box & Skin

So one day my mother told me my Aunty died, we scattered her ashes, my grief told me to sit 

down and write a poem about how we scattered her wishes.

I then decided to take this poem to make a box/sculpture, 

i couldn't stop there, i had her son design me a tattoo.

And so he did. 

This is it.

Cutr Stuff Out And Stick It With Pritt Stick.

When the tutors give you an assignment and you want it to actually mean something..

You take a life written poem and make the scenic description into a box made out of

a dumb book. It made my day, it made me smile.

Little Pebbles.

The sun shines when its shining sweet...

Lets Watch The Sun Go Down?