A new Moleskine page

assorted sketches

more work

When I was small, I believed that really tall trees touched heaven, Jack and The Beanstalk obviously planted this fertile seed. I was convinced that rustling leaves was whispers and prayers being conveyed to God, I even wrote a letter to God and stuck it as high up in the branches as I could. Sadly he never replied.

More pages

This is about some screwed up family dynamic that I haven't quite worked out yet. Something to do with jealousy, lack of trust and power games played by grown ups. This really is a well that never runs dry!

Moleskine, new page

When I was younger, I'd lie on the grass with my ear to the ground and I'd be convinced I could hear a heartbeat. It never occurred to be that the earth wasn't a living thing. I didn't find this particularly reassuring, as my experience of anything living was that it could turn on you. The earth had a power over me and I wasn't too sure about that. I haven't yet worked out the rest but it will eventually make sense. Thanks to all of you who have offered insights to these works, it always amazes me how others can cut through the crap and see stuff I couldn't.

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 moleskine page

Children have a different perspective on life than adults. when I was a child I had a rich, somewhat insane internal life that was skewed and distorted by my misreading of situations, and by misunderstanding the turns and twists of adulthood. At times, like most children, I couldn't tell the difference between reality and my inner visions