Monday, 31 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Love One Another

The next step consisted of three steps. The direction was open to interpretation A step back was a nostalgia cure. One to the side is a pregnant pause. A step forward carries seeds to romorrow's garden. Standing still is a bitter pill only for those who swallow.
Love one another'  Happy New Year.

Sunday, 30 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Booby Prize

' They could keep every item that passed them on the conveyor belt as long as they remembered to list them. The real live prizes were the booby ones.'

Saturday, 29 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Thursday Massacre

'The massacre occurs every thursday night. Bags of detritus are dumped without ceremony on the doorstep, leaving them vulnerable to marauding foxes, greedy birds and angry drunks. A tragic scene unfolding outside every home in the land. Who hears the screams?
Everything has a history.'

Friday, 28 December 2012

Moleskine Pages- Exit

'The book offers explicit instructions on how to make the journey. But I can't read in the dark, the letters crawl across a busy street to the sound of the wedding march. The bride says' I do' carrying a living bouquet to ward off the darkness.
I always envied those with green eyes.'

Thursday, 27 December 2012

Wednesday, 26 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Adult Book Shop

'Even as a corpse he was determined to be useful. Green shoots sprouted from his anus, eventually blooming into lovely pink flowers.'

Tuesday, 25 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Dramatic Episodes

'He proved his love to his wife by publicly humiliating his bemused mistress. They fed on dramatic episodes.'

Monday, 24 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Old Mother Time, Happy Christmas

' I am an anachronism. When it is midnight, I am stuck in late afternoon. All time exists now. Like a roll of film, we move from frame to frame.'

Saturday, 22 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Paper Money

'The weight of four full-fat wives sat heavy on his shoulders. A man of his stature required quarters to match his whole. They were loose change to his paper money.'

Friday, 21 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - They Were Sad

'Even as they lived their lives, they knew they'd look back on these days with a joyful ache, a painful pleasure and an aching loss. Although they were never able to pinpoint the cause. They didn't know why they were sad, but they were.'

Thursday, 20 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Mea Maxima Culpa

' They threw their genetic material across the divide, knowing they could never follow.'

Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Bless This House

    ' She had nothing to offer but food. So they fed on her flesh and boiled her bones for soup. She didn't mind. They grew down instead of up, worshipped animals and saluted the sheets each time they fucked.'

Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Velvet Curtains

' Three acts formed a working play. We watched the beginning, we lived the present, and the end swallowed us up in a black velvet curtain as the darkness absorbed us. The circle is still round, it is still around.'

Monday, 17 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Spoiled Eggs

' This was their last chance and they'd blown it. Their eggs were spoiled...But it wasn't a surprise!'

Sunday, 16 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Accessorize

'From an early age, I had to resist an urge to smash her face in. Flies swarmed over the remains of our relationship. We couldn't see them coming'.

Saturday, 15 December 2012

Friday, 14 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - A Sordid Spectacle

'I knew life grew out of my tree and into my womb. Branches cradled my longing, while birds sang the purple blues and sold tickets for the sordid spectacle.'

Thursday, 13 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Base Wants

First apologies for the wonky scanning, it was the last page of a moleskine book and it fit awkwardly into the scanner.
' The arrows introduced infection deep into her bones that she mistook for love. Even the blood soaking through her clothing didn't alert her to his base wants and selfish nature.'

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - I Smell Feelings

Once he's acquired a taste for flesh, everyone else lost their zest for living. Their blood stopped circulating. He munched to the music of the house band and enjoyed the miasma of hopeless resignation.
Nobody realised they were all afraid.

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Clean Hands

'Once I'd started the process, I was happy to watch them take over. My hand remained clean.'

Monday, 10 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Our Dogs Cried For Us

'The waiting took it's toll. As the milled around hoping for something to happen. Anxiety began to manifest in strange ways. Many a lip was chewed into mince, and shapes shifted hourly while the shadows lengthened. Only our dogs cried for us.'

Sunday, 9 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Two Warring Camps

'They made their bed in a narrow valley between two warring camps. It was uncomfortable, noisy and exposed but it got them on T.V.'

Saturday, 8 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - The Shadow Of Death

' They could never know how close they walked to the shadow of death. A breath in any direction would give it all away.'

Friday, 7 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Children Of Her Heart

' She lived on the edge of her seat, speeding through the hours with her past behind her. She only cried in flat monotones when the earth spun out of time. But she loved without mercy, and hated without passion. The tears grew into malformed children of her heart.
Her mistrust and paranoia were well founded.'

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

Moleskine Pages 'In The Kitchen'

' It was in the kitchen the witches stirred their evil brew and prepared their noxious nourishment on trays of ignoble envy. I was a gutless witness, a guilty victim and shared their toxic blood.
East negates west, I am from nowhere.

Moleskine Pages - Over Time

The writing was on the wall. A divine scribble in an antique hand. A 90 degree diatribe on the merits of being born, being withstood, understood....sleepy and alone. Bluebirds died and returned in rainbow formations. Spread disinformation as poisoned seed. Weeds grew to a timeless rhythm, but I heard the words as they slid into my head. I felt the dread dissipate...over time.

Tuesday, 4 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - A Man's Honour

' Why does a man's honour reside in a woman's vagina?'  This, by the way, is not a rhetorical question, I'd love to get an answer!

Monday, 3 December 2012

Golf Jumper, Tattoo, person

This is a pencil painting that I did as a commission. It is one of my larger pieces being 30" by 24". I did have the foresight to have it scanned professionally so that signed prints are available. The word at the top says 'tattooist.'

Moleskine pages - A Lifetime Of Labour Pains

" His eyes told me nothing in seven languages. The nape of my neck prickled in exquisite revulsion. His touch made my toes curl with involuntary spasms, he misread my responses in spectacular fashion. My good manners ended with a son, he had has his father's nose.
I had a lifetime of labour pains."

Sunday, 2 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - We Will Carry On Forever

" We played games just to make ends meet. We played game sto meet in the middle. We played because we couldn't stop. At some point we gave up trying without friction we will carry on forever."

Saturday, 1 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - She Smirked

" He confided to her that he was a super- hero. So as a supportive wife she fashioned a costume that allowed him to fight crime and spread good, he was cool!.  She smirked.
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