Moleskine Pages- Bobby

I looked into my own eyes but I couldn't see the sea. I was still a long way from home. I was born behind my bedroom curtain in the dead of night. My mother was talking dirty in another room. Neither my mum or dad ever knew I was missing. I was too bad to tell them.

Sketchbook 'Unresolved' work

        A few more pages of my rough' sketch book where I work out drawings, record ideas and generally vomit up the unresolved stuff.

I seem to enjoy the therapy of collage more and more these days. The challenge of sorting through boxes of collected material for just the right piece is very relaxing. The images I use have to be found from magazines, old books, charity shops anywhere really. But never generated for the purpose that is my one sacred rule, it would make the process too easy and deny me the thrill of the chase.

Moleskine Pages- She Never Walked On Water

She never walked on water but she could lie on a bed for days until everyone came to her. It was easier that way. She sailed through open blue days keeping her shit together. In time the circle closed and she sank back into her bed...forever.

Alternative Sketchbook Work

For most of us, there is only the unattended moment. The moment in and out of time, the distraction fit. Lost in a shaft of sunlight. Hints followed by guesses; and the rest is prayer, observance, discipline, thought and action.

In addition to my more finished Moleskine books I keep a 'scribble' book that hols ideas, words, images and triggers that I can use for inspiration. I happily admit to stealing techniques, themes, colours and words from all kins of sources. So if you see anything of yours don't be surprised. In turn feel free to 'steal', copy, or borrow anything that appeals to you from my stuff. That includes you Mark Hobely, I look forward to your interpretations and swear words.

Mis-shapen time, cope mate of ugly night, swift subtle post, carrier of grisly care, eater of youth, false slave to false delight, base watch of woes, sin's packhorse, virtue's snare.

"She said cut it through with the sharp scissors."

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Moleskine Pages- Dead Butterflies

This is the title page of a brand new sketchbook started just over a week ago.
" I wear my heart inside my chest, there is no room on my sleeve. It beats faster when the strange thoughts come and calms as I arrange them in order as harmless as nightmares. Dead butterflies make me want to cry."

Moleskine Pages- A Fear Of Snakes

I never had a fear of snakes, but he didn't know that. I kept my weaknesses to myself. He thought he knew me.

Moleskine Pages - Kill your Parents

The trick is to live with love and never get so obsessed with your own trip that you ignore your own children. Parents are not perfect. Parents can be selfish cunts.