Admitedly this isn't the best of my stuff as it's either on my old hard disk which I haven't got around to pulling files off, or is on a bunch of backup DVDs created on a Mac, which I can only restore on a Mac (say clever work there me! haha) Anyway I do a lot of drawing/painting both digital and 'normal'; but my first art is my writing...
So from the top
Photo of the deserted A27 at Havant/Cosham (Hampshire, England)
http://www.sunshinesista.plus.com/pics/A27_Havant.jpg -- not gonna win an award for it but for a mobile phone snap, it caught it. I should note that I was stationery at the time as there was a bomb threat
My 2nd Book 'period.' and the t40 on which it was written on (when I used Windows)
http://www.sunshinesista.plus.com/pics/T40_Period.jpg -- Cover designed by me.
My 3rd book 'Memoirs of a Time' cover
http://www.sunshinesista.plus.com/pics/moat_cover.jpg -- By Moi! A composition of a derelict warehouse in Leicester... the Old Shoreham Road (A270) in Brighton and some other bits I photoed and merged...
Digital Art/Corel Painter IX
http://www.sunshinesista.plus.com/pics/ ... _glass.jpg -- scaled down a lot. Not gonna win awards for this but it's very clearly my 'pen sketch' style.
Which leads appropriately on to the writing in
Memoirs of a time to which the sketch comes from (not this section admittedly...!)
"The serenity of it all is breathtaking: a vast limp lacquer stretching out towards the slate horizon and a small island with its perfectly mirrored brethren beneath Derwentwater’s surface – and the inky green pine trees echoing the wind flitting through their limbs, rustling the dry leaves and bobbing to the beat in the air. On the water’s surface the faces in my life ripple out like a mirage of hope. The lake is a well of ink with stories untold surely? Or are my fingers outstretched again in sentimental poignancy, hoping to seek out the scant outlines of loved faces in this hopeful oasis? The clouds do not even answer as they float by high in the sky above, so deeply mysterious and imperious in a moody landscape. I do not know what the minds of others think but these landscapes of peace and quietude sink into my pain-worn mind like the refreshing drops of crystal water from the lake.
I do not even feel the corners of my eyes breeding melancholy beside this lake. Nor do I feel that touch of a pensive grip pressing on my shoulders. I feel impassive to the events and faces before; but pure passion and hope for this land and nature. I am deeply hoping this surging lifeblood is not another of my quick fix elixirs. That even if I have nothing else I have the blades of grass all around carpeting the hinterlands; Scots Pines reaching far up into the sharp blue sky; and the pink flowers jutting out from beneath this bench. I have all this calm and all this patience of the great lake now, though I cannot deny part of my calm is my impassive stance—quiet, still and aspen fresh— it is with a slight hint of morose that I finally realise the fight in me is gone with its idealism and brightness too. It is easier to slot in and become part of the status quo."
Oooooohh--woooo

So there you have it. Me and my wonderful artistic voyages with my beloved T40!
My writing style is incredibly influenced by the likes of JG Ballard, Will Self, William S Burroughs, Hunter S Thompson, George Orwell, many others but most of all the King of the Beats - Jack Kerouac.
Vicky