Sensory art is much harder than people think. Sure, you can throw together a bunch of stuff that feels nice to touch and play some...

I've already written about my proprioceptive sensory experiences and why I draw them as proprioceptively distorted animals in another...

The Earth is alive - a macrocosm of our small bodies bound together by regulatory ecosystems and diverse organisms that to a Planet are...

I drafted this comic not long after finishing my job as a content producer for the Burra Learning Place at the Australian Museum. The...

Eye contact with humans is hard. I find holding the gaze of another person for longer than a few seconds excruciatingly painful. It...

I've been experimenting with a Microbat character for a story I am writing. My character needs to be someone who reflects the nocturnal...

Inspired by sketching activities from the Urban Field Naturalist Project , this Bat was drawn in a single continuous line. Using a...

Many autistic people experience sensory synaesthesia. Synaesthesia means that different senses are cross wired so that when one kind of...

Banggu is the name for Bats in my Dhurga Yuin language. This woven Grey-Headed Flying Fox Bat uses pyrography & watercolour illustration...

The following images are part of a poetry project called 'Weaving A Warrior' that reflects on my recovery journey after trauma. These...

These cute little people are my first attempts at weaving Bats, a series of designs that I have been working on and perfecting since...

First ever attempt at a hand-drawn comic from start to finish. I've always had a dark sense of humour and couldn't resist illustrating my...

The Waratah is a stunning, large red flower who is Indigenous to the south-eastern parts of these unceded lands now known as 'Australia'....

no matter what they believe, no matter what they say, no matter how much they love you... they will never understand why we can't forget,...

we had a yarn where dreaming reflects River, Rock, and Reeds. a Spirit yarn where Sun shines behind closed eyes, and we are most awake....

trauma is a River after the Flood has raged through, devastating the life in its path. the Waters subside. the River calms, welcomes....

autistic… Aboriginal… woman… intersectional warrior. the Tide flows in diverted directions, some Fish never get their turn. where to...

why do shitty people seem to come out on top, while those they harm are forever pushed down back onto the ground? why are their hands...

keep watch little Sparrowhawk, don't glare at the world like your Goshawk brother. look upon it all with eyes open wide in surprise and...

the same stitch. stolen on a shelf of stories from before stories were stolen and put on shelves. we are weaving with the same stitch....