By Belinda Wilson

Brief 56: Somebody That I Used To Know

Brief 56: Somebody That I Used To Know
Deadline: 18th May 2013
Image: by Max Wanger

Remember that best friend you had for a semester? Your first crush? The person you had a d&m with and never saw again? This brief is dedicated to someone in your past that you've never quite forgotten. Maybe you knew them for a fleeting moment, or maybe something more- let them be your muse, your starting point, your subject. 

As always, submissions are based on the interpretation of the above, in any medium you like. E-mail your works to: sparkapolooza at gmail dot com or upload to Facebook / Twitter / Instagram and tag us with #sparkapolooza

Happy making!

Lion

By Lily Perthuis

By Charles Santoso

Ladies of Surry Hills

By Joanne Chan

Self portrait

By Kate Toon

Erlend

By Alice Tjitradjaja

Elle Fanning

By Laura Tj

Man eating fly 

By Beth Taylor  and Leo

Portrait of Leo drawn with one line

By Beth Taylor

Brief 55: Draw a portrait using only a single line

Brief 55: Draw a portrait using only a single line
Deadline: 21st March 2013
Image: by Quibe

This brief is part art school exercise part Francis Bacon inspiration.

Grab your pencil/paintbrush/mouse/whatever floats your boat and get drawing a portrait- remember it's one single line only. Once you start you can't take your pencil off until it's done!

E-mail your works to the usual address- sparkapolooza at gmail dot com or upload to Facebook/Twitter/Instagram and tag us #sparkapolooza

By Lily Perthuis

Undercover like a ninja!

By Tess Boughton

Incognito by Kate Toon

I wish I were invisible or could crawl back in my shell
Right now this situation is my kind of living hell
‘Hello Jen, yes how are you?’ I say with a weak smile
Gulping back the sickly taste of acidic nervous bile

I hand out all the vol au vents pretending not to see
The way that awful Clive licks his lips and leers at me
Then I scurry to the kitchen to check on the first course
My nails tap on the worktop in some frantic sort of Morse

S.O.S. I’m screaming, just silently inside
Oh please God let the house burn down and let me run and hide
But dinner must be served and I must impress Geoff’s boss
Though really, if I’m honest, I couldn’t give a toss

My face is a fixed grimace as I top up Susan’s gin
Trying to repress the hatred deep within
This night will soon be over and I’ll escape to bed
Until then I am prisoner, trapped inside my head

By Joanne Chan