Moleskine Pages We Parted On Sad Terms

Moleskine Pages - Understand

The title page of the brand new sketchbook, I felt under a little pressure to get started with this new one (self inflicted) and that brought back some miserable memories of being at school. I don't know if anyone other than myself is actually looking at these posts, the silence is deafening. Even criticism would make me feel less alone!

Moleskine Pages - The Final Page - She Would Be Theirs

Apologies for the spelling mistakes, I tend to do the writing while half asleep! As this is the final page of this particular Moleskine, the 'angels' will commence their pursuit into the next volume!

Moleskine Pages - She Tells Me All

Moleskine Pages - Holy Water

Moleskine Pages - You're Forever Home

Moleskine Diary Pages Feb 2012 - Forced...Fail

Looking at futility!

Moleskine Diary Pages 2012 - Exit

Moleskine Diary pages Feb 2012 I Am Looking For The Face

These mysterious babies just keep showing up trying to tell me something, if only I could figure out what it is! Do I really want to?

Moleskine Diary pages Feb 2021 Post Tainted Prayers here,

Moleskine Diary pages feb14 2021 - No Clear Cut Winners

Image using very peculiar Victorian illustrations, must be some no longer practised sport involving orphans!

Moleskine Diary pages Feb 2012: Shame

Moleskine Diary pages Feb 2012 - Yamama

I do so much out of a sense of obligation, but do I have the right to resent that? What of those who are doing things for me out of the same sense of duty? Surely society would cease to exist if we all chose to do only that which is personally enriching and pleasurable?

Moleskine Diary pages Feb 2012

This carries on from the previous post. My feelings of always being a passive observer rather than an active participant, boohoo! ( The group in the cage are wearing my childhood school summer uniform in Kuwait).

Moleskine Diary pages Feb 9th 2012 We Eat Our Children

I am always seeking to unpick the complex fabric of family life. And I am always surprised by just how strong the taboos are against certain aspects. You never look too deep behind a smother's love, don't question who the love is helping. You accept a 'normal' seeming family at face value. When I was small, and to an extent even now I find it hard to accept that most families are dysfunctional. I so badly wanted the perfect life I saw in advertising and squeaky clean sit-coms, I think I will never stop yearning for that.