Thursday, 26 February 2015
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.
Labels:
anxiety,
collage,
dogs,
fear,
money,
sketchbook,
watercolour
Saturday, 21 February 2015
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.
Labels:
abuse,
fucking,
sex,
sketchbook,
vagina,
watercolour
Wednesday, 18 February 2015
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.
Labels:
arrows,
collage,
eels,
flab,
garden,
grass,
sacrifice,
sketchbook,
watercolour
Tuesday, 17 February 2015
Monday, 16 February 2015
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.
Sunday, 15 February 2015
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.
Saturday, 14 February 2015
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.
Thursday, 12 February 2015
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.
Tuesday, 10 February 2015
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.
Friday, 6 February 2015
Sketchbook Pages- Drowning
He was drowning but still she couldn't stop crying. Their song was playing on a loop. Potential children willed themselves to be conceived but love still hated them.
Wednesday, 4 February 2015
Sunday, 1 February 2015
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