No One Understood - Moleskine Art

Avoid Turbulence, Watch T.V. - Moleskine Art

This an ode to what at various times been my babysitter, my friend, my teacher and the thief of my time. I've always been an avid t.v. viewer. I refuse to be one of those who sneer at the medium and blame it for all society's ills. Used wisely it can be very enriching and I owe my vast knowledge of popular culture directly to it. It has it's negatives but as this is a love song I shan't dwell on them here. Hooray for Television!

We Are So Proud - Moleskine Art

If you do something for twenty days running it becomes a habit! And humans are creatures of habit. Even events or actions that may appear outlandish for some are habits to others, we can assimilate anything. That is why as a species we have been so successful. Under the banner of 'habit' families can file open secrets, and every family has them!

Moleskine Art - Limbo Baby

This was done in response to a very sad documentary about 'Limbo Babies', babies that die before they are baptised into the Catholic Church. Their parents are forced to bury then in unconsecrated soil, hence the 'limbo' aspect. Parents are known to have sneaked into graveyards at night to bury their babies in secret. So on top of having a broken heart due to the loss of your baby, you aren't even afforded the chance to give your beloved child a dignified burial. Thankfully, this is now changing and the church is bringing in the babies from the cold. The documentary includes mothers in their eighties and nineties still scarred by what they were put through and carrying the guilt of what happened to their children. So very, very sad.

Moleskine Art - The Garden Of Earthly Horrors

Between the ages of 4 and 6 I lived in Baghdad, Iraq. One of the highlights of summertime was the bug lorry. A huge tanker that sprayed out a white mist of insecticide to keep the mosquitoes in check. We'd run out into the mist delighted by it's magical opacity, being blissfully ignorant of what the hell the chemicals were doing to our fragile bodies. On one occasion, the lorry arrived just as I was being bathed at bedtime, my mother shooed me out completely naked to enjoy the white mist. I was met by a barrage of laughter and pointing from both adults and children. That was the last time I went out to meet the damn thing, I still blush at the memory.

Moleskine Art - His Seed Filled The Garden With Flowers

Moleskine Art - Adam And Eve

More garbage spat out by my mind. If you are easily offended move on.

Moleskine art - A Sense Of Entitlement

Moleskine Art - I paid for scabs

Moleskine Art -The Blessedly Superior

Moleskine Art - Urine The Money

Moleskine Diary - Writing On The Wall

Please forgive the misspelling of the word Christmas, I often misspell words in my moleskines even though I am pretty good at spelling.

Moleskine - Before The Words Run Out

Moleskine Diary Pages - Waiting 101

Oh come on now! We all know about the years we waste waiting!

Moleskine Diary Pages - I Am Gutless

Sometimes I struggle with the entries in my sketchbooks, especially when it is as personal as this one. But in the interest of full disclosure I shall publish it.

Moleskine Diary Pages - Holding Back

I am the Queen of holding back!

Moleskine Diary Pages- The Dance

Most of us have danced this dance at least once!

Moleskine pages - Don't Feed The Cripple