SOLD. one from a series of brooches i made when i was 18 and heartbroken.
my head felt like the scramble of wire and my heart felt like the broken glass.
it was an obvious concept and it's an impractical wear.
I only like this drawing because of the cubist rose.
I wish the bird wasn't on it.
Which kind reflects the concept of the image as an illustration for Oscar Wilde's the Nightingale and the Rose.
Beauty prevails and devotion is forgotten.
It's a cruel world.
This is a drawing I was asked to do about 3 months ago and have only just got round to scanning in and sorting out. It's to accompany a film festival review in a magazine. Oo la la.