Moleskine Pages- The Shop

At exactly a quarter past fifty she shut up shop. She quietly mourned her unused eggs, her proto- children. She was sorry, she hated waste...And she had wasted so very much.

Moleskine Pages- Babies Don't Grow On Trees

Nothing much to say about this one except feel free to make up your own stories and find your own interpretations if you are so inclined.

Moleskine Pages- A Home For The Numb

Sacrifice came naturally to them, they lived in a home for the numb.

Fly Baby Fly

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.

Moleskine Pages- Love Letters

She presented him with unsolicited gifts and showered him with awkward attention. She couldn't hand him her still beating heart so she handed him her still bloody first born instead. He just wanted to fuck her.

Moleskine Pages - Intestines, Kidneys and Babies

She wore her hearts on the surface, along with her intestines, kidneys and babies. Danger under wrote her every step. Sadness scratched and clawed to find a way in, and it usually did.

Moleskine Pages- The Power Of Love

All they needed to reconstitute him was a jug of blessed water, a set of clear instructions, and an  unshakeable belief in the power of love.

Moleskine Pages- Lalala ooooo

He sang babies straight into her uterus.

Moleskine Pages - The Last Page

' I want no pallid humanitarianism- if Christ be not God, I want none of him: I will hack my way through existence alone...'

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 sketchbook - The Solution

All We Had Left Was Skin

Almost finished stand alone piece on illustration board. A3 size

Moleskine pages - The Silent Welcome

Another morbid one I'm afraid! This was a reaction to a horrible accident that claimed the lives of an entire family. But what if seconds before the accident he family accepted an invitation from a stranger to go to the other side. Maybe they made the choice and were spared the pain. Wishful thinking I know! Do they know they are now ghosts?

Moleskine Pages - Casual childbirth

Falling in love with inanimate objects is something I do all the time, not in a romantic way, but I love things! They don't have to be valuable, beautiful or useful either. But this isn't about me, It's about some who deliberately (possibly unconsciously) fall in love with the unattainable. They can then justify their disappointment and misery. The casual childbirth slipped in because I had the television on while I was doing this and the program about women who give birth without ever knowing they were pregnant. There may be deeper meanings that will filter up eventually but for the moment that's it!

Moleskine Diary pages Feb 2012 I Am Looking For The Face

These mysterious babies just keep showing up trying to tell me something, if only I could figure out what it is! Do I really want to?

Moleskine Diary pages feb14 2021 - No Clear Cut Winners

Image using very peculiar Victorian illustrations, must be some no longer practised sport involving orphans!

Moleskine Diary pages Feb 9th 2012 We Eat Our Children

I am always seeking to unpick the complex fabric of family life. And I am always surprised by just how strong the taboos are against certain aspects. You never look too deep behind a smother's love, don't question who the love is helping. You accept a 'normal' seeming family at face value. When I was small, and to an extent even now I find it hard to accept that most families are dysfunctional. I so badly wanted the perfect life I saw in advertising and squeaky clean sit-coms, I think I will never stop yearning for that.

Moleskine Diary Pages Oct 2011 - If I Am Lost

Moleskine new pages

This is a work very much in progress, I'm not sure about the face so that may change, I have mentioned before my fondness for penises( their shape, how they have a life independent of their human support system, and their sheer comedy value). Willies symbolise so much!

I'm still working this one out, any ideas?