image by Paul Granjon A Summer Solstice Evening in a Shopping Centre Basement by Ian Cooke-Tapia written one rainy morning on 25/6/2019 I walked down escalators that didn’t move, into a darkened basement with tall [...]
She attempts, for the last time, to be free of this trap of her own making. Her fantasies, which she fed for years, have come for her. And her mind.
Three sketches seen from an office in Cardiff Bay. People loitering across from me, picking up children, or simply working security for a film location.
She wakes up in the dark. Without a name, with the thing above waiting to be woken by her eventual movement. Keeping her company, before she is no more.
Drawings of the children’s parade of the Surva Festival in Pernik, Bulgaria
Bedazzled: A Warm-up with Coral Walls By Ian Cooke-Tapia as ouitlined by SlapHop Continued from A Prologue with an Electric Hum The fluffy, four-legged sausage yipped happily as it snuggled its nose against her gloved [...]
K convinces her two friends to visit a brand new leisure centre that is the talk of the town. With its decorated walls and disciplines some of them have always dreamed of trying, this place has more on offer than eye-catching designs on the walls and pretty women in skin-tight outfits that one can’t help but stare at too long... The classes here are designed to not just improve your body, but your entire way of seeing the world.
Applying to awards can force you to up your illustration game, as well as give you an incite into what the market likes.
The Mind's Vulture takes and leaves nothing behind. An fantasy epic poem inspired by mind control eroticism.