Moleskine Pages- Cowbys and Bored Girls

The stories played out behind closed doors. She waited....

I am currently in a manic phase constantly dealing with a surfeit of mental pictures. Some of the work is coming out far too crowded and chaotic. I need to exercise more discipline and thin it down somewhat. But while the tap is running is is so hard to fight the force. I know that inevitably there will be a slow down, I so hate that. when that happens I become hyper critical of my work and struggle with the urge to tear everything up. The cycle does eventually go full circle and I'm back at the beginning. I still haven't worked out strategies for mitigating the worst of the merry go round.

Moleskine Pages- The Party Carried On Regardless

She emerged intact without cracking his ribs. His bits didn't fare as well. But she showed initiative by pinning them back on with a safety pin. The party carried on regardless.

Moleskine Pages- Rock Me Gently

This is yesterday's effort, fresh from my sketchbook. I'd appreciate some feedback, good or not so good.

Moleskine Pages- Stitching

The thread held her story together, it was a matter of great urgency that she maintains it's integrity. If the quilt unraveled, then so would she. In the midst of dreaming, she kept on stitching.

Moleskine Pages- A Home For The Numb

Sacrifice came naturally to them, they lived in a home for the numb.

Moleskine Pages- Blackbirds Screams

She conjured up nightmares out of old newspaper stories, re-cycled smoke and the screams of blackbirds.

Moleskine Pages- Don't Ask

The oracle was reluctant one. She hated her job, hated answering questions. But every one wanted a map to heaven, and she had to make  difficult choices. What no one realised was that it was purely a lottery. It was a divine scam.

Moleskine Pages- Good Girl

He pretends not to hear her, she will be eternally faithful to him...always.

Moleskine Pages - White China

Her mouth was once a gleaming side-board full of white china. Over time, help stole her legs from under her. Blood coloured her shame. Her heart grew in her womb and was born as her children who beat in her chest, allowing life to go on and flowers to grow even in winter.

Moleskine Pages- Mother May I

They are the woods where men lift up your skirts and take down your pants even though you are crying 'mother may I?'

Moleskine Pages- Fallen

The Devil himself judged her a sinner. He pushed her into a hole and declared her a fallen woman. Her flesh caused his own to rise; her flesh was his torment and her burden.