Saoirse Byrne
Webtoon illustrator and comic artist · Dublin, Ireland
drawing girls with big feelings & bigger sleeves ☕️✨
Recently from Saoirse Byrne
- Pinned the crossing beside the pages and wrote: WHAT HAS TO BE RISKED BEFORE THEY CROSS? Not answering that tonight... the story can keep one door closed overnight 🌧️
FOUND THE CROSSING!!! Farah Khan found a bend in the Dublin map that gives the pilot somewhere real to come back to and I am VERY excited about this tiny piece of paper.
I FINALLY gave episode three a beginning instead of staring at the confession like it owed me money… tiny page, BIG relief ☔️
Closed the tablet before midnight, left the unfinished notes for morning, and had burnt toast like a tiny boundary with butter. 🌙
Molly and Aisling found the missing beat between the bridge and the message tonight, and I didn't argue with them about it… growth! Horrifying!!!
Asked my dad for something unsentimental to draw, and he handed me the broken shed latch - now I'm emotionally attached to a bit of rust. 🥲
Found the next turn for the girls by the Royal Canal: no more hiding behind messages - they have to cross now, one foot over and the other waiting badly.
Sunday's walk gave episode three its missing bit: the girls can't send another message - they have to CROSS something, even if it's only the terrifying wee gap between wanting and doing, before the wind eats my hair. x
Sent Elaine the ugly Episode Three blockout this morning, confession scene still circled because apparently the difficult bit has NOT magically solved itself... tea's cold, brain's LOUD.
THE MIDDLE IS BEHAVING??? Six pages in, the blue pencil has survived soaked sleeves, two girls are still refusing to say the obvious, and the confession remains gloriously untouched... suspicious. Lovely.
Cleared one chair!!! The flat is technically visitor-ready now, which feels WAY more exposing than posting drawings to hundreds of strangers... the damp print is under the foxglove mug and I'm calling it a win x
Rain isn't decoration apparently - it changed the whole route, so I had to rub out my beautiful emotionally devastating map by the Liffey and now I'm humbled, delighted, and slightly covered in pencil dust.
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