Friday, 30 May 2014

Alternative Sketchbook Work

For most of us, there is only the unattended moment. The moment in and out of time, the distraction fit. Lost in a shaft of sunlight. Hints followed by guesses; and the rest is prayer, observance, discipline, thought and action.
In addition to my more finished Moleskine books I keep a 'scribble' book that hols ideas, words, images and triggers that I can use for inspiration. I happily admit to stealing techniques, themes, colours and words from all kins of sources. So if you see anything of yours don't be surprised. In turn feel free to 'steal', copy, or borrow anything that appeals to you from my stuff. That includes you Mark Hobely, I look forward to your interpretations and swear words.
Mis-shapen time, cope mate of ugly night, swift subtle post, carrier of grisly care, eater of youth, false slave to false delight, base watch of woes, sin's packhorse, virtue's snare.
"She said cut it through with the sharp scissors."Add caption

Wednesday, 28 May 2014

Moleskine Pages- Dead Butterflies

This is the title page of a brand new sketchbook started just over a week ago.
" I wear my heart inside my chest, there is no room on my sleeve. It beats faster when the strange thoughts come and calms as I arrange them in order as harmless as nightmares. Dead butterflies make me want to cry."

Tuesday, 27 May 2014

Tuesday, 20 May 2014

Moleskine Pages - Kill your Parents

The trick is to live with love and never get so obsessed with your own trip that you ignore your own children. Parents are not perfect. Parents can be selfish cunts.

Monday, 19 May 2014

Moleskine Pages- Flying Without Air

It fell out of me with a wet slippery thud. As soon as it's head cleared it tried to hurt me. I felt a curious rush of love come over me even so. What is it about me that i can love something that wishes me ill.

Sunday, 18 May 2014

Moleskine Pages- Place Heart Here

Her baby was a labour of love. She fashioned it out of memories and hopes. She stitched it together with care and expectation. She breathed of her own life into her creation and invested it with music of her spheres. This time it will stay and absorb her tears.

Saturday, 17 May 2014

Moleskine Pages - I Saw Blood

When I ran out of breath I stopped running. I lay down on a knife edge and split my atoms. I was the elephant in the room, the bee in their bonnet. When the ghosts danced the earth moved, but I saw the blood.

Thursday, 15 May 2014

Moleskine Pages- Angel Blessings

Before I lost my wings and grew arms, I lived on the kindness of strangers. They saw an angel. Everyone wants the blessings of angels. I was afraid to disappoint them. How do I bestow blessings when I was born a sinner?

Tuesday, 13 May 2014

Moleskine Pages- I Wish I Was Alice

I can't remember a time when I was small enough to disappear down a rabbit hole. Sitting in a summer garden waiting for life to begin. Alice was one of the lucky few; she had a good story to tell. I just told enough lies to be interesting. Every one of them now wants revenge.

Monday, 5 May 2014

Moleskine Pages - In Cold Blood

It took ages for him to stop moving. I didn't anticipate the silence. I now talk to myself most days and think of ways to pass the time.

Saturday, 3 May 2014

Moleskine Pages - Baby Teeth

I don't have the strength to smell the roses. I don't have the stomach to count my blessings. I do keep track of my baby teeth and happy tears.

Friday, 2 May 2014

Moleskine pages - Three Black Clouds

She bought her life with a handful of blood red rubies. She paid her masters. But there was no currency that would secure her place in the queue.

Thursday, 1 May 2014

Moleskine Pages- The Lesson For Today

The lesson for today is; stay away from crazy eyes and those that seek to hammer nails into my head. When it gets too much, I sing the blues.
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