She Breeds Them You Know...

Collage and water colour on a scrap piece of illustration board.

Moleskine Pages- Amniotic Sac

I never wanted to leave the amniotic sac. I was content there. I had everything I needed. I knew nothing good lay outside; so I would hang on as long as I could, but the walls were getting thinner and my guardian angels were preparing to fight for my soul. In the end they lost . I died while something else was born.

Moleskine Pages- Love Your Children

Her children were an unexpected disappointment. Terrorists, vampires and at least one Fascist Dictator with a tiny mustache. She loved them knowing no one else would. The world usually found a way to destroy them, thankfully.

Moleskine Pages- Shit

Shit...

Moleskine Pages- The angel Cried

In the absence of God what is there to curb self interest? we blinded each other with sharp words and pointed looks. We were all right and all wrong, but there was nothing to lose and nothing to fear. I whispered rude words in an angel's ear...It cried.

Moleskine Pages- The Red Mist

He was her means to an end, and she means business. He saw her mean streak but loved her anyway. She was the mother he could love, and the lover that consumed him. Together they lived inside the red mist.

Moleskine Pages- She Knew

She knew he knew. She liked knowing he knew. She spent so much time re papering the inside of her head she didn't hear his pain, that was a relief.

Dilemma
I was advised recently by an art critic that removing text from my work would make it more powerful. He offered his tips (I didn't ask for them!) generously and without prejudice. Work should speak for it's self and I should stop trying to control the narrative. I can see what he is saying. I only use text in my sketchbook and not on 'stand alone' pieces. But this has got me thinking. I do tend to work instinctively and the words are meant to illuminate not dominate. If any of you read this far I'd love to hear other opinions. Are the words a distraction?