I Am A Bride Wedded To Doubt - Moleskine Art

My favourite aunt was a second wife! She shared her husband and her home with wife number one and her 7 children. She went against family advice and married the love of her life. He was king, and beat his wives without mercy when he was angry. Strangely though, the wives competed to see who had the worst injuries.. it was proof of his love you see!

Listen In Unison - Moleskine Art

This page was born as a result of an argument about the nature of God. The universal human need to believe in an intelligent creator. The direction the argument takes depends on whether one believes in God , disbelieves completely, or is undecided. It struck me that even the most vociferous atheists fill the need hard wired into us, by substituting religion with an alternative belief system such as Humanism or Darwinism. It is an argument that is more likely to lead to fist fights than any other.

A Spring In My Roll - Moleskine Art

I tried in this page to combine elements from my nightmares (contrary to most people, I enjoy them). There are brooding shadows, talking animals with urine stained pants. Clueless children being led astray, A Victorian googly-eyed moon that watches but offers no help and an atmosphere of eerie jollity completely at odds with what is going on. You may infer what you please from what you see!

New Shoes And Cleaner Dreams - Moleskine Art

In the area of Baghdad, where I lived as a 14 year old, a middle aged man with mental issues would wander the streets offering to show his bits in return for a few pennies. I never found it funny and I felt bad when I saw kids tormenting him. It was said he's been a successful business man until he had a breakdown.  Under Saddam's rule, social services were in their infancy, just beginning to take shape. People with mental problems would be taken care of by their families, but some slipped the net. I changed the sex of the main character because it changes the entire dynamic.

It's Not The Fall That Kills You - Moleskine Art

We Still Have Doubts - Moleskine Art

A Motherless Tongue - Moleskine Art

When I was five and living in Kuwait, I was spending a pleasant evening on the beach where we lived as we did most days. I was invited by a neighbour to 'watch cartoons' in his house. As I was a little bored I willingly went with him. Once in his house however, even at that age I realised things weren't right. His breathing had gone all funny and he lifted me up and asked for a kiss before he'd switch on the T.V.. He was all sweaty and grunty, ugh!  I'd had it drummed into me since birth that you are never rude to grown ups, but on this occasion My instincts kicked in and I, in turn, kicked him straight in the goolies. He dropped me screaming and I ran outside as fast as I could and resumed playing with my siblings. I never told anyone because I felt it was my fault, and I knew I'd be in trouble for kicking a neighbour and for wandering away from where my parents were. I'd put myself in that situation. After that I became obsessed with reading body language. I learnt very quickly that what grown ups said and did didn't often match up. It was confusing, but I knew I had to trust that little voice in my head, it has rarely if ever failed me.