Introducing: Chronicles of The Fallen – By Yas Hamood

“Hope was the phantom friend, the elusive relative that arrived just in the nick of time with no real purpose or reason.”

‘Fallen’ Part 1


“A solid piece of storytelling that takes a fresh angle on a phenomenally popular genre.” Gregory Jameson.

‘Awakening’ Part 2

Review from ‘Book Lover’

“I enjoyed this book as I kept wanting to know what was going to happen next. The detail in the book was also very good and you could just imagine it really happening!! Can’t wait for part 2!”

Sharing the Love!

I have to take a moment to send a shout out and share some love for a great, new writer who has just published her second novel in her ‘Fallen’ series.  They are available with Kindle, you can check them out on the links above and I can honestly say that I could not put them down!

Recently I have been reading some quite heavy SciFi (Steven King’s The Stand, I had to put it down because it’s massive!) and a bit of Romance in the form of Time Travelers Wife, which was nice, but I needed something different and I am quite partial to a bit of fiction.

Fallen was just the thing.  I won’t give anything away, you will have to give it a read yourself… ok, just a little bit!  It’s a classic good vs bad, but with a humorous and graffically grousome edge that you really don’t expect when you start reading and get into the first few pages.  In the first 2-3 pages I was already hooked on the central character, Aurora, with her sarcastic, dry humour and wanted to find out if her love interest, Lucian, saves the day as always happens… brilliantly the storey unfolds with some great twists and vividly bloody fight scenes.  Fantastic!

Awakening is just as gripping as the first.  Here you get to know the back storey behind the central characters, learn their history and their making.  Her discriptive talent is perfect, in both books Yas really paints a beautiful scene enabling you to picture everything from the buzzing streets of cultural Camden to the huge and beautiful, shimmering, soft, angel wings (this was a favourite of mine).  You really bond with the characters even more and Yas leaves you satisfyingly hungry, wondering what in the hell is going to happen to everyone next!

Nice one, Yas!  Don’t keep us hanging too long for the next installment! 🙂

Yas Hamood


Yas grew up in London. She has a passion for young adult fiction, and spends most of her spare time writing short stories. Her favourite childhood authors are Christopher Pike, L.J. Smith, Stephen King & Richard Laymon.

Follow her on Twitter: @yassminh



It’s Been A While..

It’s been a while (there’s a song there, somewhere) since I have mustered up the ability to sit down at this computer, specifically stop, think about and write about what has been occurring..  It’s been an eventful 2-3 weeks and I have neglected my internet social circles, only popping on to display new paintings and pop onto Twitter for a quick how-do-you-do.  For that I apologise, I have had (thanks to the old email updates) a quick nosey at what everyone else has been up to now and then which is always good 😉

The last time I had a good natter was when we had just received our visitor.  Oh My Days.  Our home has barely survived, Sylvester practically became a street cat, we almost divorced each other.  As lovely as Molly-The-Hyper-Active-St.Bernard-who-thought-she-was-small-enough-to-be-a-bouncy-puppy is, she was just Too Big!  On walks she would pull on the lead and you were in danger of being dragged behind her, hanging on for dear life with both hands like in the cartoons (you dare not let her go, she would be off, scaring the life out of small children and their perants.  Probably run off with a small child thinking they were playing ball).  With slobber all over tables, chairs, clothes, hair all over EVERYTHING and Poos as big as small cats were too much for us.  The good thing about all this though is My Dorchester and I have decided that we are definitely not parent material.   The loved up ‘I-love-you-so-much-I-want-your-babies’ fluffyness has been satisfactorily squished and brushed under the sofa for now, for fear the baby/ies will be shoved into the garden every other hour of the day, never to be allowed in any of the rooms in the house and locked in the living room while we relax and enjoy such things as  clean clothes.

Safe to say Sylvester is OK now.  He did not run off and live with a quiet old lady down the road, and he has not stressed himself out and made himself ill again (touch wood. Long storey).  Satisfied the monster has finally been vanquished from his castle home, he has rubbed himself along every possible piece of furniture in the house and is back into his usual routine of scratching and meowing to be let outside the front door just as I fall asleep at night and meowing at our bedroom window at 6am to be let back in the front door, then scratching at the bedroom door to be fed half an hour later (Why would we need children when we have the cat which is like one, anyway?).

Good news though!  I have finally got my hands on a new job  9-5!  Evenings, weekends, bank holidays, Christmases and New Years off, Hurrah! (I’m a ‘normal’ person again!)  I went to a couple of interviews in the past week, one good, one not so good I haven’t even heard back from the interview (don’t ask).  It got to the point I was very stressed out, the situation at my office and the situation I was in, it made me very down and low.  It was getting progressively worse at the company, I had bad hours and could not get my head in gear and find time to study, I could not sleep properly and altogether made me not a very nice person to share a space with.  But fortunately, thanks to a friend of ours (who had also worked for the same company and so knew what it was like) I was put in touch with an agency and have a position which is within the same industry but a Good step up. WooHoo!!

But during this hectic period I kept painting at least.  I am the type of person who needs to find a way to be productive, within anything, even if it is not the intended finished subject, it helps to keep the mind positive.

‘With all it’s sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world’ – Desiderata

I experimented with ‘Finger Painting’.  I love this style, I love the fact I make a painting with my actual hands.  I made a couple of Sunset ‘Abstract Landscape’ types this way and they came out pretty good, I like the expressionist style, I love the way the paint blends and sits on the canvas, I like how your eyes are not given the direct and completed picture, your imagination needs to play a part to see the scene.  This is, in my opinion, one of a few fantastic styles like this, because the person viewing the painting gets more involved than with just getting a completed pretty picture to look at.  You get to find your own picture within the painting and I think it becomes more personal.

I have also made a painting for an old friend who I recently came back into contact with.  We share birthdays a few days apart and being as it’s such a fantastic thing to be back in each others lives (she literally lives just down the road from us, as it turns out) I thought making a painting would be something nice to do.

I am currently trying to master figures.  I love the shape of the human body, and I used to be able to sketch them but I seem to have lost the ability with paint.  I would love to create facial expressions to go with the emotional shades of colour I like to use, maybe it is because I am older and have lost the sight/imagination I used to be able to freely grasp (or it could be just the fact I cannot draw faces?!) but practise makes perfect, as they say.

My Dorchester bought me some art stuff for my birthday a week ago.  I have only just mustered up enough courage to use the lovely acrylic paints he bought (they come in a foil tube and everything) I would never buy myself those because I am in no way confident in my ability to be happy with what I paint enough to spend that type of money, I just go for the plastic Reeves acrylics still which do me fine.   As if to panic me further, painting this new painting, I have ended up painting over it Twice, because I could not seem to find the right colours, and was not happy with it.. but maybe it could have been the fact I was so concious of wanting to get it perfect that I messed it up?

My Dorchester and I  heatedly disagreed about this one, I asked him what he thought, he told me ‘I dunno babe, it’s not my favourite, the colours are a bit bland like, why don’t you just paint an Abstract Landscape?’ I could have bitten his head off.  I posted an ‘In Progress’ picture on Facebook too.  A friend of mine commented: ‘What’s wrong with her boobs?’ (she is Danish and she is quite brash with her words) I said: ‘They are quite big’ She says: ‘They are deformed!’ I say: ‘Is it that bad?’ To which she replied: ‘Depends what your trying to say’.  At this point I was pissed off, thinking: ‘Can’t anyone look at a painting that’s not obviously a true representation and not expect a perfect replica of whatever it is?!’ My Dorchester pointed out, why did I post on Facebook if I didn’t want comments?  I advised I wanted comments but I want them coated in sugar (I storm off at this point to re-do the boobs).  I replied to my Danish friend: ‘I am not trying to say anything, just wanted to paint a figure, and at this point she seems to be suffering abnormal boobs.’  To which my Danish friend replies; ‘Well no one is perfect, I guess!’.

To finish off my post I have added a few tunes for you enjoy..

It’s Been A While – Stained

From My Painting Playlist 🙂

Faithless & Dido – Flowerstand Man

Eels – Beautiful Freak

I shall try my best to write another, more constructive and informative blog soon.. Hope you all have a fantastic Monday! 😉

First ArtWork Sold!

I have sold my first piece through my online gallery!


It is quite a surreal feeling, and I am still not sure if I can call myself ‘an Artist’, but I am coming around to the fact that I shall be shipping my Art: ‘The Passion Behind Her Eyes’ off to be proudly displayed in someones home, who have chosen her specifically, and who will look at her and go: ‘oh that’s lovely’.

My Art? Someone has purchased My painting?  For Their home? Crikey.

How about that? 🙂





Born Procrastinator!

I previously shared how excited I was about beginning to study and how there was going to be no time to be brandishing my paintbrush upon any canvases in the immediate, foreseeable, future as I was going to be hard at it etc.

The past few days have consisted of awkward shifts at work, chokka weekends, also we now have the worlds most slobbery, excitable, loved up, mahoosive St. Bernard come to stay for two weeks which my cat, Sylvester, (who is an ‘only child’ and has never met a dog, let alone one the size of a bear with A.D.D) is not best pleased about.  Safe to say, as he spent the night outside on upstairs’ windowsill and then the best part of 5 hours under the bath (no I correct myself; behind the wall which he got to from under the bath.  Please do not ask how he got there and how we got him out).







I am also still on random shifts at work which means working this weekend and nights next week.  I shall take this opportunity to add my partner is allergic to cats, and so he is of no use what-so-ever with dealing with my awkward, only-child, snob of a cat.  Yes, I called my cat a snob.. can you not tell by the picture that he is a fussy, awkward bugger?  I don’t molly-coddle him either, he obviously just takes after me far too much!).

So this is going to be an entertaining two weeks!  I can be thankful though, that the bear of a St.Bernard is used to cats so at least she is not chasing poor Sylvester in laps around the flat, he can just quiver in the corner of one of our rooms in peace.  She is called Molly,  Molly Moo.  Molly Moo is the most loveable thing I have ever met, all she wants to do is play, and bark at cars while sitting in the middle of the road, and steal footballs from children (or any toys from any willing children for that matter).  You can never be mad and leave her outside in the garden for too long for slobbering all over your suede handbag, she is just a big dumb cuddly bear!






Despite all this ruckus (how do you spell that word?!), I have in-fact managed to wield my paintbrush over some canvas.  I have found no moment to pull together my brain and gear it up for any serious studying, but I have created three new artworks!  I figured, if I cannot be productive one way I can damn well still channel my frustrations this way 😉  Praise procrastination!

New Art Work!

So instead of catching up on collage work on my two days off, I of course got stuck into and completed a new piece of artwork!

These are my latest editions, I am having so much fun experimenting, learning.. each painting has it’s own wee storey behind it (if I told you each one you would be here forever!) but most importantly just creating something and being able to say ‘I did that’ is the greatest thing for me at the moment.   Please take a look and enjoy 🙂


I threw all thought out of the window on this one and had not much plan at all.  The canvas (but it’s not a canvas, it’s actually a piece of thin MDF type board I found outside of someone’s door that I stole),  was actually going to be something completely different, I think that’s why I love this painting it completely grew into itself and it’s a piece of board I found on the street.  Personally, you cannot get much purer than that in a piece of art in my opinion.

I wanted to add the quote from Desiderata on this piece (which is written along the outside of the thigh).  This has become a piece of artwork that to me represents life and what you can make it.  I found a huge dirty piece of board off the street, scraped of the paper and used tissue paper saved from gifts, whacked in some sand from an epic day at the beach into the acrylic and created a pretty decent piece of art.  Just goes to show, it’s what you make of it.


This piece is again on a piece of board I rescued off the street (I think I have made a habit of this).  When I was younger I was at odds with a lot of things in my life, including myself.  I used to sit in my room on my own a lot, listen to music, smoke pot and draw.  One thing I used to draw quite a bit of (and I wish I had saved my drawings now I am ‘an artist’ as I could capture them like I never used to then) was faces.  Split faces, to be exact.  It was like a representation of how I felt in my head, split between to types of people, torn in two with trying to figure out what the F*** was going on in my head being a confused young person.  This pastel and acrylic creation is a partial of how I remember I used to create my face back then.  Being older and (a little) wiser about myself I could not capture half of the anguish within it like before, but I am glad I have created something from my past.  I was never able to introduce colour into my sketches back then, It’s nice to know I have learnt a little 😉








Dreamer is kind of a self portrait.. It reminds me of myself, in my own little world, my own pleasant bubble, just thinking about all the things that makes me happy.







This artwork is inspired from an earlier piece I created as a gift for a friend.  I wanted to create a bigger version of the lady once I had improved my technique.  I think she may be my currant favourite lady, just because I am so happy with the way I have captured her wings.








I am not quite sure why this one is untitled, I was sure I had a name for her as she came into being (Maybe it is because a certain Dorchester keeps taking the micky out of my ability to only create fairies!?).  I know he is joking, but in defence I love fairies and angels, they can represent so much.  Anyhow, this picture here is my first accomplishment with clouds.  As simple as they are and as this picture is, I am quite proud at this little detail.  Most of my pictures are fairly abstract and expressionist, so every little realistic detail I get my brush around is OK in my book (Anyway Sod Him, I would like to see him try and paint a fairy). 😉

Cut My Wings

‘Cut my wings
Shot me down I cannot fly

When I lay my head down
On my bed I sure do cry

Cap’n how long
Must I stand your evil ways

One day I get outta here
It’s gonna be your very last day’


Again, SeaSick Steve.  But I don’t think I need to say why 😉


New Paintings In Progress

Just a couple of new paintings on the way, I like to view my work in progress as I go, it gives me a clean perspective each time I look back..  I also still get quite excited about my work and I am a bit impatient to show pieces off (and why shouldn’t anyone?!) plus see what sort of reaction people give (if any) and also I am a shameless self promoter of course 😉

Any comments/advice would be great.. Thanks! xx

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