Moleskine Sketchbook -Elvis-

I've been away reassessing my work: trying to see where it is going and if I still have anything worth saying. The problem is I can't stop! In the six weeks I haven't posted I've completed two Moleskines so the problem isn't with the volume , it is with my perception of the quality. Anyway, here's a new page!

Moleskine pages

Hmmm...yes, well!

A few of the tenants that inhabit my brain and tell me things that I feel compelled to pass on.

Old Moleskine pages revisited

A selection of older Moleskine Diary pages

new page of my current Moleskine

This page involves dogs: my favourite non-human humans.

A new page

Following on from the post about the inner life of strange children. Adults seem to forget how devious and cunning children can be. They romanticise childhood and ascribe to it magic than doesn't always exist.i was a horrible, dangerous child, it wasn't my fault, I had to protect myself somehow.

New Pages

I have been told that posting several images per post is a little overwhelming and doesn't allow breathing room. So I shall post the images individually.

Moleskine update

While I am working, I like to have noise in the background, so I often have the TV feeding constant information. These pages coincided with the very public trial of a Miss Casey Anthony for the murder of her 2 year old daughter. I got very caught up in the details of the trial and it seemed obvious to me that Casey was guilty. So the verdict was a huge shock. The whole infanticide, mother/ child dynamic is such a primal, complex one, that I felt compelled to try and work out my feelings. I had to try and separate my feelings of loathing for a complete stranger, from her alleged actions. As far as I can see the prosecution proved their case, but the jury saw differently. It is strange how fathers killing their children no longer even registers on the public conscience anymore, but a mother disposing of a child she brought into the world just takes us to another level of evil. This is a theme I'm sure will stay with me for a while yet.

Moleskine update

The Royal wedding and all the strange circus that goes along with it.

Eve tempting Adam with an apple, not having much else to offer him.

the inspiration quote comes from David Hockney, i think it is genius! You have to meet inspiration half way.

This page is not yet finished and I will talk about it once it reveals itself to me.

I'm not sure adding captions with explanatory texts is doing what I hoped it would. It seems to me that by offering an explanation the images are shrinking, and the meaning is becoming limited and not a little trite. The words I add are really just a very small part of what I put into the picture, I hold a lot back because the images are at times deeply intimate and overly revealing (to my eyes at least!). I hope I am leaving enough room to allow the viewer to see something else, something more. sadly, people don't have the time or inclination to engage in lengthy debates these days.

Moleskine updates

The completed version from the previous post. There is an eternal struggle from a mother's point of view , between the strong maternal urge to hold onto, protect and smother your child and the pressure to loosen the apron strings and prepare your child to go out into the big bad world.  The hardest thing to achieve is a healthy balance.

This is a mother who by normal standards has failed. Her idea of good mothering is to retain parts of her loved ones in a macabre, frightening way. The sex of the central figure is usually female simply because it is what I know. A lot of these attributes would apply to the male sex but I am not an authority on male feelings. I would appreciate some input on this subject.

No matter how we live our lives it always ends the same. No matter how wealthy, how powerful we are, it can't save us from the ultimate fate.

Moleskine pages

There are people who think they haveGod given rights to guide everyone to their truth. Those who resist are seen as ungreatful, stubborn and stupid. A lot of people are taken in by these seemingly authoratative beings and are seduced by their assuredness. I tend to view them with utmost suspicion, I  look gift horses in the mouth and conform to all assorted cliches. I just find it hard to believe that someone gives you something for nothing, if they do, it is probably sub-standard  anyway! Maybe I am too much of a cynic.

God  craps on our fantasies . He does that by allowing us to dream, imagine, and get carried away by our wants and needs. He then reads them in the toilet and has a good laugh. We pretend to be OK with it.

This one is a bit complicated, so I will only address part of it. The part about being owned by our genes. We all like to think we are unique and original but the sad scientific facts tell us otherwise. And an instrumental is a step lower than a song.

This one again deals with being consumed by those we love even more than by those we don't. Being human is so much harder than being pure animal. We are aware of so much but can control so little. The cosmic joke is on us! It is not quite finished but I thought I'd post it anyway.