Sonisphere 2014
2 weeks ago I was given a free ticket to Sonisphere by my friend’s boyfriend, Sam. I didn’t know what to expect. The days leading up to it I was a nervous wreck, I had never been to a festival before plus I was also going alone. I wasn’t really into metal music and only knew a couple of bands on the line-up, that didn’t really matter by the time I got there though. It turned out to be a really eye-opening experience. 
Seeing people truly being themselves, dancing and singing their hearts out to bands that really understood who they were. It was clear that they were there purely for the music. There were no judgements or funny looks. When someone fell, 5 people would instantly be on it, giving them a hand and picking them up. I watched a guy pouring beer from his horn cup during Slayer and felt like I was watching an actual Satanic ritual, it was the best. 
 I was overwhelmed by all the characters I was seeing so I made a mental note in my head to try and capture them onto paper when I go back to reality. Drawing this allowed me to relieve Sonisphere again, creating a story behind each faces that only I can understand.
Standing in a tent surrounded by hundreds of strangers, catching myself feeling scared and trapped and the only option I had to make myself feel ok again was to head bang to an 8 minute metal song (that I didn’t know) I felt really good after that.
So this is my ode to Sonisphere, for my friend Sam who gave me the opportunity to change the way I see myself and the people around me. I made new friends, slept in my first ever tent and head-banged until my neck was sore for a week. I will never forget it.
(there is a ‘Mr.Jones’ tattoo by Daniel Clowes in there somewhere)

Sonisphere 2014

2 weeks ago I was given a free ticket to Sonisphere by my friend’s boyfriend, Sam. I didn’t know what to expect. The days leading up to it I was a nervous wreck, I had never been to a festival before plus I was also going alone. I wasn’t really into metal music and only knew a couple of bands on the line-up, that didn’t really matter by the time I got there though. It turned out to be a really eye-opening experience. 

Seeing people truly being themselves, dancing and singing their hearts out to bands that really understood who they were. It was clear that they were there purely for the music. There were no judgements or funny looks. When someone fell, 5 people would instantly be on it, giving them a hand and picking them up. I watched a guy pouring beer from his horn cup during Slayer and felt like I was watching an actual Satanic ritual, it was the best. 

 I was overwhelmed by all the characters I was seeing so I made a mental note in my head to try and capture them onto paper when I go back to reality. Drawing this allowed me to relieve Sonisphere again, creating a story behind each faces that only I can understand.

Standing in a tent surrounded by hundreds of strangers, catching myself feeling scared and trapped and the only option I had to make myself feel ok again was to head bang to an 8 minute metal song (that I didn’t know) I felt really good after that.

So this is my ode to Sonisphere, for my friend Sam who gave me the opportunity to change the way I see myself and the people around me. I made new friends, slept in my first ever tent and head-banged until my neck was sore for a week. I will never forget it.

(there is a ‘Mr.Jones’ tattoo by Daniel Clowes in there somewhere)