Moleskine Art - His Seed Filled The Garden With Flowers

Moleskine Art - He Was Always Sorry Afterwards

Moleskine Art - Adam And Eve

More garbage spat out by my mind. If you are easily offended move on.

Moleskine Art - Refuse

I have been struggling recently with my work. I've never really stopped to think too deeply about what I am saying or how I'm saying it. I've concluded that over thinking is the best way to stifle my inner voice. That what works for me is to just put the pen to paper and see what turns up. Advance planning just brings on creative constipation. Trusting the inner voice however is not easy, if I argue with it, it just lies and tells me what it thinks I want to hear. A very delicate, easily wounded thing this damn voice!
So for the time being, I've decided to let my critical faculties take a back seat and trust my brain to hand connection. The resulting work might not appeal to everyone, but at least I'll know that I am offering my truth. I can't do any better than that!

Moleskine Art - Moving Isn't Always Dancing

Moleskine art - A Sense Of Entitlement

Moleskine Art - I paid for scabs

Moleskine Art -The Blessedly Superior

Moleskine Art - Urine The Money

Moleskine Art - Sudden Stop

Moleskine sketchbook - The Solution

All We Had Left Was Skin

Almost finished stand alone piece on illustration board. A3 size

Moleskine - Before The Words Run Out

Moleskine Diary Pages - Waiting 101

Oh come on now! We all know about the years we waste waiting!

Moleskine Diary Pages - I Am Gutless

Sometimes I struggle with the entries in my sketchbooks, especially when it is as personal as this one. But in the interest of full disclosure I shall publish it.

Moleskine Diary Pages - Holding Back

I am the Queen of holding back!

Moleskine Diary Pages- The Dance

Most of us have danced this dance at least once!

Moleskine pages - Don't Feed The Cripple

Moleskine pages - The Birthday Present (The Abortion)

Sad but true, notice just how elated she is!

Moleskine pages - The Alien Who Survived The Landing

I was obsessed with Aliens as a child: fearful and excited at the same time. I'd watch the stars for hours imagining that I could see traffic coming towards Earth. I came to the conclusion that I could befriend the newcomers and draft them into my army, where we would fight all the horrible grown-ups that were making my life difficult. Sadly, they never came, and I learnt to rescue myself!