creatures and a work in progress

Here are a couple more misunderstood creatures. I used pencil and fine liner pen.

This is a work in progress using oil paint on canvas. I still have a couple more layers to go, I think. I'll see how it goes.

Oil painting

This top painting is based on my own experience of mental illness.

This is also related to mental illness, but Ive not completed it yet. I'm trying to build it up in layers to create chaotic overlapping. It still has much to go before it's finished.

Misunderstood Creatures

Us creatures, misunderstood,

discuss everything,

from humans to food.

Our safe place, a must,

is our retreat, to

escape their disgust.

They think I'm a bee,

not a hoverfly,

with bold yellow to see.

They wave, curse and swat,

whilst treating my life

with such little thought. 

Our poor crab, who's dead,

our meeting point,

was kicked in the head.

The human nerves frayed,

they tossed him aside,

he'll soon be decayed.

Spiders, fat and thin

gather together,

outcasts in unison.

The exclusion they feel,

and contempt they receive,

is far from ideal. 

Us creatures, misunderstood,

discuss everything

to lighten the mood.

With no humans here,

in our own safe place,

we've nothing to fear.