"Weatherman" series of postcard paintings

19 June 2014

"Weatherman" 12 postcard paintings
watercolour and graphite on paper
17 and18 June 2014

Inspired by the song "Weatherman" from Tori Amos' new album, Unrepentant Geraldines. 
(To see the series of "Unrepentant Geraldines" postcard paintings, go here)

"Weatherman" is, without a doubt, my favourite song from the album; it made me weep upon first listen, and it still brings tears to my eyes every time...
The exquisite lyrical poetry and haunting, delicate melody bring my heart to its knees.

The lyrics are inspired by the works and painting philosophy of Cessane, who would see the forms of women while observing nature. The lyrics tell the story of a widower who sees his wife in all of nature, through the seasons.


Dixie (portrait of Tori Amos)

18 June 2014

"Dixie" 
(portrait of Tori Amos)
watercolour, graphite, coloured pencil, and ink on A4 paper
17 and 18 June 2014

A commissioned portrait, inspired by the song Dixie (a B-side from Amos' newest album).

The song is a simple, but sweet and sentimental story about a daughter and mother, winter window shopping together, and the way that her mother's love makes her "the richest girl in Dixieland".

(The lyric "She is still holding my hand" was requested, along with the piano and the shoe.)

Here's the song... enjoy a listen:


The Ace of Spades

11 June 2014

The Ace of Spades
coloured pencil and ink, on A3 paper
June 2014


Know one knows for certain, the name of the woman with absinthe eyes and ruby lips, though some say it's Maria, and others say it's Adeline, but both foes and lovers, far and wide, will testify: she is The Ace of Spades. 

They say she flies a shining airship, plated with brass and beetle-green glass, and she never looses in games of chance. Rumor tells that beneath her ruffled skirt she hides a dagger with a silver blade, which she won (or stole) from a smuggler in floating market (or perhaps an airship bar,) but no matter who tells the tale, one knows for certain whatever became of him... 

The lady's voice is low and soft, like something creeping in the dark. She enters a room like a peacock, a flash of colour and plumes, and all eyes turn to her in wonder... and wonder they do, who is this lady with hair like midnight, and a smile like a dangerous gift? 

If you ask anyone, they'll tell you: "She is The Ace of Spades."