We Kept Watch - Moleskine Art

The need to control, in some people is so strong even sleep can't keep them away. I've seen couples that argue over stuff that happened in a dream!

You Can Catch Anything - Moleskine Art

The Parade Began With The Courtship - Moleskine Art

Throughout history women have used their bodies as currency. And men have been avid consumers. It depresses more than I can say to see young women firmly believing their bodies are all they have to offer. The result is broken children from broken relationships that go on to repeat the cycle. Religion and tradition has ensured that women and their sexual potency were seen as something negative and dangerous, their power and fertility downgraded and under valued. What is the answer? I have no idea.

The Day Ended Without Them - Moleskine Art

My parents hadn't heard of child centred nurturing when I was a child. In their world children fell in with the adults and not the other way round. I felt helpless, frustrated and unheard. I didn't want much, just to be able to choose my own clothes would have been a nice crumb to throw towards me. In my head adults took on the features and powers of Gods. They wrote the law, drew up the plans and told us what our needs were. It never occurred to them to consult, ask for feedback or show a little sensitivity to our developing personalities. I did what I could to thwart them, but it was more a little series of irritants than a major spanner in their works, but it made me feel better.

I Loathed Them All - Moleskine Art

 All my attempts at explanations for my pages offer just a tiny facet of meaning, so much more feeds into each image, a lot of which is too private or raw for me to make public. My books are a means of exorcising my demons and taming my monsters. I really enjoy hearing more objective points of view, however, an outsider can see more than I can in some ways. No matter how I feel about it, I reveal more than I intend to do and say more than I should.

Human Waste - Moleskine Art

When I was six and living in Kuwait, my bed was placed beneath a window. I'd lay on my bed and pull the curtain over my head . I'd then pretend that when I pulled the curtain back I'd be seeing the world around me for the very first time. I'm imagine what it would feel like to see the sky, the stars and the sea for the very first time and without preconceptions. To understand the most basic facts of being human, my body and the existence of others like me. I'd spend hours going over different scenarios till I fell asleep. I once convinced myself that I was turning into a plastic doll. I felt my legs go stiff and inflexible, my eyes: fixed and staring... at this point I was so alarmed I yanked myself back from whatever state I'd hypnotised myself into and never tried that game again. I have such vivid memories of my internal conversations, the strange world inside my head. I still spend time there when I am alone, surprisingly I haven't aged in that parallel world, I seem to have stuck at six.

Gravy - Moleskine Art

People are either givers or takers. Takers have a sense of entitlement, confidence and self belief. Givers have an exaggerated feeling of empathy, compassion and low self esteem. I am a reluctant giver with aspirations towards becoming a taker with giving tendencies. Is that a good thing? I've never claimed to be saint, nor would I want to be one. I am a sinner through and through but a nice one.