Bus Stop

Water colour on Illustration board.

In The Beginning

Who cares what you think?
Anew book, I hate starting new sketchbooks.It feels like I am sullying the pristine purity of a new book, don't enjoy it at all.

Moleskine Pages- This Is The Day

This is the day the angel sings, I shall listen to the voice now that I know I am powerless against him.

Moleskine Pages- Real Estate

Right on time, the go- between appeared. She brought messages from defunct estate agents selling prime acres in an upcoming, sound- proof land. We shook her hand. We stood in a row singing her praises. Invoking the Gods to give us this day our daily bread.

Moleskine Pages- Alone Again...Naturally

She was nailed onto a pedestal, a forced conduit that would forward their dreams to whom it may concern. They made pretty offerings and whispered pious prayers laced with malice, songs of praise lined with threat. Overtime the wings turned to stone. Celestial ears became deaf. They were alone again...naturally.

Moleskine Pages - She Died Living

With nowhere to go, her soul gave up trying to leave. So she died while still living, and lived beyond death, and waited her chance.....

Moleskine Pages- A Fear Of Snakes

I never had a fear of snakes, but he didn't know that. I kept my weaknesses to myself. He thought he knew me.

Moleskine Pages - Merceneries

Fresh from my current Moleskine inspired by the Holiday season.

Moleskine Pages - Winter

She cuckolded him with any willing, warm blooded being around. He was proud of having a wife that others wanted. He liked feeling envied.

Moleskine Pages - We Sang The Purple

We sang the purple in red letter breath. Eyes closed we vibrate to the music of polka dot love. My wings flapped for the first time when I saw your yellow eyes grow smaller. Hate gave me power.

Moleskine Pages - Exile

" She stank of goodness, she reeked of honesty. She carried us to heaven on her endless tears. We looked for a way to escape...Even heaven is an exile if you don't want to be there."

Moleskine Pages- She Has A Gift

' She has a gift. She treasures it, nurtures and cares for it. Her teeth chatter and ache with love. But this level of love makes her weak, and this love is becoming a burden.'