Art & Poetry by Sarah Drury

Latest Work

Published on June 12, 2021 by Sarah DruryLeave a comment

Im afraid I have been pretty busy lately, as I am currently undertaking an art degree. So this blog has been neglected a little, as I have been working on my uni blog.

Here are a few things I have been working on…

PUSS. Pen and watercolour. A4. Painted for a charity exhibition.

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BLUEBELLS. Pen and watercolour.

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DANDELION CLOCK. Pen and watercolour.

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POPPY. Pen and watercolour.

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MILO AND THE WISHES. Pen and watercolour. A3.

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Humber Bridge at First Light from Hessle Foreshore. Oils on canvas.

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LISANTHUS. Pen and Watercolour.

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Highland Cooooo. Pen and watercolour.

MILO. Oil on canvas.

My Boy Has Autism

Published on May 2, 2021 by Sarah DruryLeave a comment

This is a piece for my art degree, an expressionistic sketch I have made in my sketchbook.

My son has autism. He is 13 years old. He has difficulty relating to the world around him at times, suffers from anxiety and mild learning difficulties, but at the same time is very bright and articulate and has an amazing vocabulary. He feels trapped sometimes, by the autism. It can be little things, like his food averisons, or his sensitivity to sounds, or the unpredictable nature of our world. Sometimes he has huge meltdowns.

This toy, Iggle Piggle, was a gift from my late grandfather when Milo was a baby. My grandfather died three years later, followed by my son’s father a week later. This toy has a lot of sentimental value for me, as it takes me back to the love and support we had when my son was a baby.

This piece represents how my son feels as an autistic person, and how I feel as the mother of an autistic child. I think it speaks for itself.