Soft Boiled Eggs - Moleskine Art

We Danced Without Moving - Moleskine Art

The Texture Of Tears Moleskine Pages

One Hour Equals Five - Moleskine Art

I used to amuse myself at school by counting the bugs/ lizards/ mice in the corners/ walls/ ceilings of the classroom. It really felt as if I was serving a sentence in a crappy third world prison. Once a tiny mouse ran across the classroom only to be skewered by the teacher's stiletto heel! Poor little bugger! as for the pissing man? I don't think I'm ready to spill the beans on that story yet!

Better The Fear We Know - Moleskine Art

Into My Arms Oh Lord - Moleskine Art

I have always dreamed about falling but I usually wake up before I hit the ground.

Lewd Attention - Moleskine Art

Be Gentle - Moleskine Art

It Was Her Fault - Moleskine Art

Ice Cream And Cream - Moleskine Art

Ashes To Ashtrays - Moleskine Art

Love Is Alive And Well

This page was in response to a news story where a woman shot her lover after she caught him in a compromising position with her favourite show cow, now that's a love triangle! Except it was more of a love square as the farmer husband forgave her everything and stood by her. Never let anyone tell you romance is dead!

Newton's Third Law Of Motion - Moleskine Art

I'm the short girl holding an innocent little spider monkey that was more than likely treated inhumanely and simply replaced when he dies due to improper care, but I didn't know these things then! with me are my siblings taken on Hastings beach. I look at my young trusting self, the one that still believed in the goodness of angels and that all adults had your best interests at heart. On the other side of the page is a wedding picture of my parents. Two images that are loaded with personal history. Why do old photographs give me the blues?

A Beloved Totem - Moleskine Art

Blood Runs Thicker When It Runs In Vain - Moleskine Art

This is a subject I return to time and time again. I try to understand the connection between honour and murder. The medieval notion that blood can wash away dishonour leaves me confused, disheartened and angry. Honour...what exactly is it other than pride? If a woman has unsanctioned sex, her husband, father/ brother or son has the right to kill her in order to scare off any other male attempting to encroach on his property. The same goes for the beheading of enemies, it is simply a matter of pride. Over the centuries we have accepted the concept of honour that sounds altogether more noble and altruistic than the word pride that is so much more base and selfish. The powerless continue to pay the price. Nobody cares to address this tragedy as no one wants to be seen as passing judgement on another culture/ religion or tradition because the root of this lies elsewhere. Well I'm saying it. Once again an archaic male obsession blights the lives of women and children, and no one should accept it or make excuses for it.

The Lights Are On - Moleskine Art

Invisible Fault Lines - Moleskine Art

At parties I am one of those people bracing a wall: holding a drink as if my life depended on it. With a rictus grin plastered across my chops trying to look as if I'm having the time of my life. I always go with the aim of having fun but it rarely turns out that way. The other guests are mainly artists, with a smattering of fairly/ very well known ones which have a crowd 6 foot deep around them trying to initiate conversation, or invite them to a private view or generally brown nose. Others seem to know everyone and seem very comfortable in their own skin, the rest like me sit rigidly hoping no one approaches them at the same time fearing no one will come up and talk. Even at my own private views I try to blend into the walls/ carpet/ furniture. Why am I so darn anti social? I think of myself as a people person with something to offer, why am I so crap at getting that across. I want to be one of the shameless show offs hogging all the oxygen just for once!

Pharmacy - Moleskine Art

What would I have done a century ago? Six different daily medications just to be on par with normal people. The packaging is interesting though... a small compensation!

Demon Lodgers - Moleskine Art

This is rather apt for today! My demons seem to be extra active recently. I hate days like these where I am crippled with self doubt and loathing. The negative voice is whispering extra loud, and I am too weak to ignore it. What do other people do in times like these? When the air feels too heavy for me to hold up my head and everything I touch turns to shit. Do I really want to share my failings with all and sundry, sundry maybe but all?

It Is A Clean Slate - Moleskine Art

My fascination with angels comes out in my work quite often. This page concerns a 17 year old schoolfriend in the Middle East, who gave birth to her boyfriends baby with the help of myself and her sister, we were 15 at the time. Her mother was out of the house luckily. We used a medical book to tell us what to do. We called the boyfriends mother who having absorbed a major shock, hid the baby under her 'abaya' (The black covering worn by Muslim women) and took her off home pretending to friends and neighbours that she'd given birth not knowing she had been pregnant. It was one of the most dangerous things I have ever been through. My friend almost became an honour killing statistic, but it all ended well with her marrying her boyfriend. Her father wasn't informed of the existence of a grand daughter till safely after the wedding, he still chased her round the house with a meat cleaver. The angels were with us that day!