The last drawing in my Migraine range : the aftermath. The pain has passed and I'm left with clouds in my head. Everything feels precariously stitched together. It's difficult to hold onto thoughts and fight though the thick fog.
The next illustrated stage of a migraine attack: my scalp is just about tearing itself from my skull. The pain has conjured infernal nausea and in the confines of darkness I wonder if this is hell, and if I'm serving my punishment.
I've started a series of illustrations on what it feels like to live with cronic migraines: It sneaks up like a series of persistent pins in various places around my scalp that leaves me hopeful that it might only be a normal headache. At this stage I'm still able to think and work, but the fear of what's coming creeps in under my skin and starts to affect my concentration.
So many wraiths are clawing their way out of my head onto paper and I just can't seem to stop drawing!
Creating art every day is the most rewarding experience for me: from the largest painting with intricate planning right down to the tiniest scratch of a sketch. I feel truly blessed to have fellow artists, admirers and cosmic travellers with me on this artistic journey. Thank you for your endless inspiration and all-round awesomeness. #2017bestnine
An illustrated migraine, the next stage : I've accepted my fate. The pain is woven so deeply into my head that life before it seems distant and imaginary. Consciousness is difficult to hold onto. Exhaustion overwhelms me and soon I'm falling into a fitful sleep, dreaming about the pieces of my brain floating around me