Spaghetti Friseur

These drawings can be seen for real at Oblomov Bar, Lenaustrasse 7, Berlin. Please get in touch for prices.

Spaghetti Friseur

I sit and wait.  I fold my number ticket. I bite my nails.

A goblin with red lipstick washes my hair and sits me in front of a huge mirror to stare at myself while it goes off on important business. I contemplate my reflection. I thought I was looking good this morning but in this hall of mirrors I look like a tiny ugly troll.

The haircut begins and I try to sit as still as a marble statue in case the pointy scissors accidentally cut a piece of my ear, stick in my eye or cut a vital chunk of my precious hair.
I contemplate my bedraggled reflection.
I can’t wait to look amazing.
I hope I look amazing.
The sudden fear that this has been a terrible mistake spreads over my body, my hair was fine before, I don’t need this…..

My mind wanders and I think about the time me and my brother laughed until we cried watching a constipated dog try and have a poo in the park area opposite our flat.

My head feels warm and heavy, I swing back into the present and realise the hairdresser has put a pile of spaghetti on my head. It is huge. A giant wobbling swirling mountain. Strands hang down, stick to my neck and curl round my ears.

‘Do you like it?’ the hairdresser asks.

I don’t want to hurt the hairdresser’s feelings so I say  “yes its lovely, thank you, just what I wanted, really wonderful”


I watch my reflection in the shop windows, pretending I am looking at the displays but actually staring with anxiety and fascination at my new coiffure.  Spaghetti hair. I start to enjoy the weight of it, the fancy curls make me feel important and special. I eat a couple of pieces and walk off down the street with my head held high.



Spaghetti Friseur 100 x 70cm

Pink spaghetti dog hair 100x70cm

Fancy dog 100x70cm

Spaghetti restaurant 50x70cm

House of cards 50x60cm









Open Air Gallery, Berlin


I spent sunday on the Oberbaumbr├╝cke at The Open Air Gallery, an event held twice in the summer in Berlin. It was super hot and lots of people came to look at the work and buy things. It was lovely to sit there and see people laughing and enjoying my drawings.


(you can just see me in the right hand corner)