Author: ianbourneart

I rarely talk about my past excursion into what one could refer to as erotic art, although I have been asked many times.It was a thing that was gaining momentum, but as with many things, a pandemic got in the way. Ultimately, it all lasted around twelve months, and culminated in a private exhibition in […]

A friend once asked me if I’d ever thought of drawing Taylor Swift.‘Taylor who?’ I replied.It was soon availed to me that Taylor Swift was already at that time what some refer to as a global superstar.‘Really?’ I said. ‘Can’t say I’ve heard of her.’Lily was made aware of this comment soon after. After calling […]

Material objects, have always been a fascination of mine.Not only the object itself, but the pathway it takes in becoming a piece of sentiment; a permanent reminder of something, or someone.The object exists. We have it in our lives, and to us personally it has more than its intended function. We have created a world […]

I’m often told I am mad to give drawings away.I gave this drawing of Tom Hardy to a close friend who had just been told they’d six months to live.Upon receipt, my friend smiled. It was short, but lit the room.One brief smile, sometimes despite all adversity.That is why.

The popular Artists and Illustrators magazine has included my work, and words, in their latest issue. I am, I must confess, rather humbled…..

I was recently asked the question, ‘If you had a time machine, where in the historical past would you go?’ It’s a fair enquiry, and one many would ponder at great length. For me, there is a clear time and place. Late fifteenth century Florence. Florence is a rich place, a creative shot in the […]

Veronica Sage, light of foot, stealthy raider of late summer orchards. Quietly, she would hitch up her dress and slip off her deck shoes, and disappear into foliage, branches swaying, leaves rustling, and twigs snapping. Then, her head would appear, pupils closing to pin pricks in the setting sun, and there Veronica Sage would descend […]

Last August marked six years since Charlotte, my dear friend and muse, took her own life. At just after half past eleven, on the anniversary, I knocked back one shot of tequila and lime, her tipple of choice, and sparked a light to her memory once more into the darkest corners of my heart. It […]