Moleskine pages.

I did this while watching the news, seeing the entire middle east rise up willing to die for a better life, is that an oxymoron?

Ultimately we are powerless in the face of time. We think we have control but we really don't. The best one can hope for is a quiet life!

I think this is to do with powerlessness. Of wanting things to stay the same. I was thinking about how the people who loomed large in my childhood are now all insignificant or dead. As a child you can't imagine your life being different.

When I was small I asserted my power and sense of self by nurturing deep seated feelings of hate towards those I feared. It was the only bit of identity I could carve out for myself. I wasn't allowed any sense of self determination. That is why I am such a screw up now I guess! Have I given away too much?

I am currently working on some 3D sculptures, rag dolls really. So I'm not working as much on my sketchbooks. I still do my double page spread a day, that is my golden rule that I refuse to break. I am posting a couple of pages just for the record.