Moleskine Pages - In The Lonely Place

I was a ghost patiently waiting in the lonely place where souls mill around before they are born. He tried his best to keep me there...nowhere...

Thatcher's Boy

We did what we were told to stop the shadows metastasizing into solid black. Those who joined them beat us...for now...

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.

Sketchbook Pages - Stubborn Stains

The stains were stubborn ones. Overtime they had absorbed her reality. No amount of washing would get rid of her nightmares. She lived in a nuclear wasteland and breathed dust.

Sketchbook Pages- Living On The Edge

She sat on her crazies to maintain control. But they began leaking out nevertheless. Reality was wasted on her. She lived on an edge with no safety net.

Sketchbook pages- Thinking Of The Good Times

I finished this a few minutes ago. I have an idea of what it means but my mind is still digesting it. Feel free to make your own interpretations.

Sketchbook Pages- I Am Real

I saw him in my dreams years before he appeared to me in the flesh. He gave me mixed messages that I chose to misunderstand. I knew he wasn't real.

Rabbit's ears-Collage

Rabbit's Ears, a collage on a used envelope.

Collage- Salvation

My mother didn't eat for days in the hope that the Lord would answer her prayers.

Old Work

Clearing out my studio yesterday, I came across a whole bunch of stuff I have never scanned or shown. Most of it went straight in the trash but a few pieces survived the cull and these are some of them.

Sketchbook pages- Home

She had no trouble seeing home in her mind's eye, but finding her way back was another story, home was gone.

Sketchbook Pages- My Stupid Valentine

His gift was given in all seriousness, not a hint of irony. As usual he gave her what would ultimately pleasure himself. She, as always accepted with outward grace. Inside she was biding her time. Happy Valentine's Day.

Sketchbook Pages- Cabbages And Kings

The voices in my head were real. I was the imaginary part. Everyone was convinced of my existence.I didn't want to disappoint them. So I lay close to the ground and dreamed of Cabbages and Kings.

Sketchbook Pages- Demons

He washed her demons out of her head...She was all the poorer for it. She didn't expect to miss them.