Narrative illustrator and multi-purpose image maker.
Sci-fi and fantasy lover with a sweet tooth.

Born and bred in East London, I have recently completed my degree in graphic design and illustration at the London College of Communication.

Feel free to email me or ask me questions. You can also check out my official portfolio at lisadagz.com or check out what I got up to on my placement year during 2011/12 on my class's blog.

You’ll remember I did a group project on war a while ago, if you’ve been keeping up. :P We each made a leaflet with a WWI poem and our illustrations of said poem, plus a handful of drawings of WWI objects. Here’s mine.

You’ll remember I did a group project on war a while ago, if you’ve been keeping up. :P We each made a leaflet with a WWI poem and our illustrations of said poem, plus a handful of drawings of WWI objects. Here’s mine.

 
TO HIS LOVE
He’s gone, and all our plans Are useless indeed.We’ll walk no more on Cotswold Where the sheep feed Quietly and take no heed.
His body that was so quick Is not as youKnew it, on Severn river Under the blue Driving our small boat through.
You would not know him now… But still he diedNobly, so cover him over With violets of pride Purple from Severn side.
Cover him, cover him soon! And with thick-setMasses of memoried flowers - Hide that red wet Thing I must somehow forget.
~ Ivor Gurney

TO HIS LOVE

He’s gone, and all our plans
 Are useless indeed.
We’ll walk no more on Cotswold
 Where the sheep feed
 Quietly and take no heed.

His body that was so quick
 Is not as you
Knew it, on Severn river
 Under the blue
 Driving our small boat through.

You would not know him now…
 But still he died
Nobly, so cover him over
 With violets of pride
 Purple from Severn side.

Cover him, cover him soon!
 And with thick-set
Masses of memoried flowers -
 Hide that red wet
 Thing I must somehow forget.

~ Ivor Gurney