Drawing you

Posted by lilymae on March 28, 2019

Love you

Little face

Posted by lilymae on November 20, 2016

Drawing kids from life is pretty hard! But I feel SO pleased when I can get a little drawing down.

Eight years in self portraits

Posted by lilymae on August 18, 2016

I’ve been thinking of doing this for a while, creating one post with all the self portraits – selfies – that I have done over the years. I’ve been examining myself for about eight years now, I haven’t always liked what I’ve seen. But it is an impressive, sometimes scary, sometimes sad and sometimes funny collection. I know I don’t have copies of all of them. They’re spread out over four old computers and some have probably accidentally/ on purposely been deleted.

2008 – Australia

2009 – Berlin

2010 – Wales

2011 Berlin

2012 Berlin > Australia

2013 – Australia, working as an illustrator

2014 Rural Victoria to Victorian town

2015

2016

I completely hate this one!

And trust me, this is not all of them and there will be more to come!
I am really proud of my work.

One Hour Drawings

Posted by lilymae on April 28, 2016

Grandma’s salt and pepper kitties

Over the last week I have been back in my studio, I begun a drawing that I think will take me about three months to complete. It’s new and something I have wanted to explore for a while, yet wasn’t ready – until now. Also this week I pushed myself back into drawing from life. I have slacked off a bit with that. So I set myself one hour for each of these drawings, and pushed myself to get as much as I could on the page to a timer.

Tetris Kitchen

Elephant ears plant

Table Stuff

Phallic Banana

Seriously – how phallic is it!

Nose Dive

The last one is a drawing of a bird that I found this morning. I was walking past a hospital and saw something fall to the ground from my peripheral – it made a noise when it landed that made me turn. I thought it dead but when I looked closer I saw it’s tiny body breathing, little black eyes blinking at me. So I called wildlife rescue and while giving my location details, so a rescuer could come and collect the bird, it opened it’s beak up super wide and then it just stopped. Last breath. It blinked no more. So I told the lady on the other end and she asked that I could at least move it so people wouldn’t step on it, which I did. And then I drew it. What a strange thing to witness but at least I was there in it’s final moments so it didn’t get stepped on.