Moleskine Pages- Mother, Can I Come Home

Mother, can I come home.

Moleskine Pages- Sock It To 'Em

She loved me, she loved me not. I didn't need to spell out what she, the cat's mother, couldn't read. Which Gods do I call on for routine emergencies?

Setchbook Pages - Lactation

Every time he lays on a couch, memories flooded his feeble brain. It forced her to lactate on demand.

Collage- Salvation

My mother didn't eat for days in the hope that the Lord would answer her prayers.

Moleskine Pages- I Read the News

Their mother; Their first home was scheduled for demolition. She was packed with explosives to drown out the noise of her cries. She was a church and they had lost their faith.

Moleskine Pages- Ghosts

Ghosts hang out near water sources; bathrooms and kitchens mainly. They catch up with family gossip, pull helpful strings and escort loved ones home. Sometimes, they love us too much, feel the separation keenly and cry softly.

My Mother's Dressing Gown - Moleskine Art

This sums up my perpetual state of confusion as a child. I was confused when adults lied but punished me for doing the same thing. They gossiped, stole, and bullied with a freedom I wanted for myself. At the centre of the confusion was my mother as a constant, in my minds eye eternally wearing a Marks And Spencer's nylon quilted dressing gown. The whole world could turn upside down but as long as mum was there in her dressing gown, I new all was well. They don't make dressing gowns like that anymore, I guess health and safety doesn't allow for that kind of fire hazard!

Seaside Suicide - Moleskine Art

When I was very young, a highlight of the summer was the Sunday school outing. Usually at a tiny old fashioned play park called Wannock Gardens. We'd have a picnic lunch, play on the rides, visit the resident water otter,  and spend our pocket money on cheap crap in the gift shop. My mother for some unknown reason told us we could no longer go there as it had fallen into the sea, now it was close to the sea but I didn't think it was that close. I often thought of that magical little place and wished it was still around for my children to see. I discovered recently that it didn't in fact fall into the sea it had just closed down because the owners couldn't maintain it. On the way back from this visit we'd stop near Beachy head, a famous suicide spot that boasts it's own resident counsellor who tries to talk people out of ending it all. I'd look over the edge and shiver as a child not really knowing why, but sensing that this was a very sad place. Over the years the idea of suicide and my Sunday school outings became intertwined as I'd picture The entire play park committing suicide. Thanks mum, yet another unnecessary lie that screwed me up!

Moleskine Diary pages, Dec 2011 - Human Custard

Men who are on an eternal search for a mother wife, and women for a child husband.

IT Happened In The Kitchen, A new work

It happened In The Kitchen. This is a new piece 18" X 12", on Illustration board. Original available for sale. Limited edition signed prints  for £60.