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| Hmmm...yes, well! |
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| A few of the tenants that inhabit my brain and tell me things that I feel compelled to pass on. |
Showing posts with label Moleskine Diary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moleskine Diary. Show all posts
Thursday, 15 December 2011
Moleskine pages
Saturday, 3 December 2011
Sunday, 27 November 2011
Moleskine Diary Pages Nov 2011 - The Swimming Pool
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| Work in progress, still figuring it out. |
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| the finished page! |
Friday, 18 November 2011
Moleskine Diary Pages Nov 2011 - Crying Was A Viable Sport
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| A possible competitor for Pop Idol? Is there a way that hasn't been used to attain fame? This is the obvious meaning but what is the mother doing here? Why can't she stay the hell out of my work? |
Saturday, 12 November 2011
Friday, 11 November 2011
Moleskine Diary Pages Nov 2011 - I Saw Everything
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| This group of works are a visual representations of the kind of people I detest, maybe for that very reason, I come across them all the time. This person, who I know very well thinks she has a God given right to take precedence before everyone else. When challenged, she blatantly lies and talks her way out of situations. Do you know quite how much I loathe you but am too chicken to say anything? |
Moleskine Diary Pages Nov 2011 - Rootless Spirits
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| Haven't we all met one of these? Always hearing half a statement then jumping to conclusions. Living with someone like this isn't fun! |
Friday, 4 November 2011
Moleskine Diary Pages Nov - 2011- Soap BoxT
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| The alternative to Santa's work shop is the one run by the Gods. The pull our strings, manipulate chance and just for fun, every so often will pull the rug from under our feet. We remain deluded,thinking that we are the masters of our destiny and the authors of our own narrative. Or at least this is how I imagine the universe works! |
Thursday, 3 November 2011
Tuesday, 1 November 2011
Monday, 31 October 2011
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Moleskine Diary Pages Oct 2011
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| Toxic/ normal relationships, who decides which is what? Any thoughts? Suggestions? Stories? Examples? Reactions? |
Moleskine Diary pages Oct 2011
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| The bird calls out what sounds like "Where's my sister?" in Arabic. It does it persistently , in a sad, plaintive manner that gave me the creeps. On the walk back from school in Baghdad, I'd hear a whole flock of them asking " Where's my sister?". It sounded so sad. In my world birds have insight and a sacred knowledge that we humans are not privy to. |
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