Moleskine Pages- Divine Magic

Like a divine magician she'd pull sparks of life out of the ether...or in her case, out of her living flesh. She was dangerous, she was electric with the need to outrun his bullets and deflect his greedy gaze. He was illiterate in all her languages except one.

Moleskine Pages- He Feeds Me Well

He saw himself as a nurturer, a feeder. She didn't see herself at all. He was easy to please.

Moleskine pages- A Prelude To a Famine

The feast was a prelude to a famine. She was unknowingly their mother, their muse and their dessert. Music filled the fresh clean air. She was happy that they were happy. As evening fell, and the birds went quiet, a pathetic fallacy unraveled as the rhythms spelled out what couldn't be said.

Moleskine Pages - Silent Grief

I had the solution to problems not yet encountered. But as the floods came, I just watched in silent grief.

Moleskine Pages --He Loves Me

Even on a beautiful sunny day, I felt compelled to carry an umbrella. He never got tired of trying to kill me even though I'm sure he still loves me.

Setchbook Pages - Lactation

Every time he lays on a couch, memories flooded his feeble brain. It forced her to lactate on demand.

RCA Secrets 2015

My contribution to this years RCA Secrets 2015. A great cause where all money raised goes to helping students at the RCA. With the political climate being so hostile to Art and students, donating work seems the right thing to do.