Drawing is something I do. I love drawing. Messing about with different paints and material and mucking it all up! I’m no expert. I just do it for the love of it. I think my stuff is badly drawn. And that’s the beauty of it: it’s got rough-diamond love in it. And that’s the thing. Most of the time, my imagination explodes on the page in the form of words. Sometimes it comes out in paint. Other times, pencils or whatever art tools I’m using. Sometimes it’s a spontaneous verbal outburst and / or the occasional poem.
Illustrations below are all (C) copywritten: N. M. Sirett
This is Bessie Harrogate. She is the MC in the novel I have written.
Above: Bessie’s smoking lover John.
Reynard the Fox from the novel I have written.
Above: Bessie on her bike.
A place Bessie visits.
A wind imp who befriends Bessie.
A faun who seduces witches – in the novel I have written.
Hayden – a youth who drowns in a haunted lake. Bessie’s friend.
Another doodle.
This sketch is tragic! Bessie on the moon! I know it’s bad, but it is on the Badly Drawn Page, to be fair!
The Night Crawlers.
When Bessie winds up in a Hell dimension, it is Flanders WW1. These guys didn’t live long. I ruthlessly slaughtered them with my sharp nib.
Oh Reynard! Sweet, cunning, cruel Reynard. The loveable rogue. The Odysseus of my tale.
Bessie, caught by a demon.
Above: the Coconut Head Voodoo doll from the novel I have written.