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Bold, Bright, and Expressive: My Latest Series Inspired by Fauvism
In my most recent work, I’ve taken a dive into vivid colour and intensity, drawing inspiration from Fauvism and inspired by Kees Van Dongen. These new pieces reflect a shift in my practice — away from the muted, introspective tones of past works, and toward a brighter, bolder celebration of femininity, spirit, and style. Like the Fauvists, I’ve chosen to abandon realism in favour of emotional truth. These portraits aren’t about perfect likeness but about evoking a feeling — sometimes fierce, sometimes dreamy, but always vibrant! Part of this new direction was due to limited art supplies while travelling so I was kind of forced to create in a different way. This new…
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Finding me on Social media ..even Tik Tok!! 😀👯♀️💃
Hey there! I’m an OG from the early days of the internet, world wide web, from dial up to the amazingly fast internet we have today. WOW!! I remember joining facebook back in 2007 and instagram I think around 2009 maybe a little earlier I can’t quite remember as it’s so long ago now. Then the advent of Tumblr, Twitter, Pinterest, Linkedin, Youtube and more recently I’ve just joined the Tik Tok crew! Sooooo you can find my artworks, fashion illustrations, paintings, photography, bespoke surfboards, fashion art, and much much more on my socials…check them out!
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Heddy (aka Hedvig Tilly Sørensen)
I was born Hedvig Tilly Sørensen (aka Heddy) in an extremely small town called Toco (aka Shady Grove) Texas. I bet you thought I was going to say somewhere in Scandinavia coolish like Copenhagen, but alas no. My closest city and closest to Europe I had ever been was Paris, Paris Texas, USA. I had been in and out of numerous foster homes my whole life and never knew who my birth parents were until a weird synchronistic chain of events took place. Maybe fate, destiny, not sure, but here in this tiny town of Toco, population 89, one very small school and a weird landmark plane, I was found by a talent…
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Asher’s Haiku
Asher leaned in awkwardly to listen to what the other boy was trying to say. Although the boy’s whispering was muffled by the sirens constant whirring and screeching, it was now registering how severe a strike to the head his new friend had received. The boy seemed quite confused and disorientated and the gash that now adorned his forehead was confirming that this was very real. That evening had been a haiku kind of moment for the two boys. – excerpt from writings by Fiona Maclean
