Moleskine Pages - Let It Be Understood

' Let it be understood
that 'somehow' God plaits up the threads,
makes 'all for the best',
that we may lie quiet in our beds
and not be 'depressed'.
                              Philip Larkin

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.

Soft Boiled Eggs - Moleskine Art

We Danced Without Moving - Moleskine Art

One Hour Equals Five - Moleskine Art

I used to amuse myself at school by counting the bugs/ lizards/ mice in the corners/ walls/ ceilings of the classroom. It really felt as if I was serving a sentence in a crappy third world prison. Once a tiny mouse ran across the classroom only to be skewered by the teacher's stiletto heel! Poor little bugger! as for the pissing man? I don't think I'm ready to spill the beans on that story yet!

Better The Fear We Know - Moleskine Art

Into My Arms Oh Lord - Moleskine Art

I have always dreamed about falling but I usually wake up before I hit the ground.

Lewd Attention - Moleskine Art

Be Gentle - Moleskine Art

It Was Her Fault - Moleskine Art

Ice Cream And Cream - Moleskine Art

Ashes To Ashtrays - Moleskine Art

Love Is Alive And Well

This page was in response to a news story where a woman shot her lover after she caught him in a compromising position with her favourite show cow, now that's a love triangle! Except it was more of a love square as the farmer husband forgave her everything and stood by her. Never let anyone tell you romance is dead!

Newton's Third Law Of Motion - Moleskine Art

I'm the short girl holding an innocent little spider monkey that was more than likely treated inhumanely and simply replaced when he dies due to improper care, but I didn't know these things then! with me are my siblings taken on Hastings beach. I look at my young trusting self, the one that still believed in the goodness of angels and that all adults had your best interests at heart. On the other side of the page is a wedding picture of my parents. Two images that are loaded with personal history. Why do old photographs give me the blues?

A Beloved Totem - Moleskine Art

The Lights Are On - Moleskine Art

Invisible Fault Lines - Moleskine Art

At parties I am one of those people bracing a wall: holding a drink as if my life depended on it. With a rictus grin plastered across my chops trying to look as if I'm having the time of my life. I always go with the aim of having fun but it rarely turns out that way. The other guests are mainly artists, with a smattering of fairly/ very well known ones which have a crowd 6 foot deep around them trying to initiate conversation, or invite them to a private view or generally brown nose. Others seem to know everyone and seem very comfortable in their own skin, the rest like me sit rigidly hoping no one approaches them at the same time fearing no one will come up and talk. Even at my own private views I try to blend into the walls/ carpet/ furniture. Why am I so darn anti social? I think of myself as a people person with something to offer, why am I so crap at getting that across. I want to be one of the shameless show offs hogging all the oxygen just for once!

Silence Spelt Trouble - Moleskine Art

The circle (cycle) is part of my own sacred geometry, I see it everywhere in everything. Once you see it, you can't unsee it.

Pharmacy - Moleskine Art

What would I have done a century ago? Six different daily medications just to be on par with normal people. The packaging is interesting though... a small compensation!

Demon Lodgers - Moleskine Art

This is rather apt for today! My demons seem to be extra active recently. I hate days like these where I am crippled with self doubt and loathing. The negative voice is whispering extra loud, and I am too weak to ignore it. What do other people do in times like these? When the air feels too heavy for me to hold up my head and everything I touch turns to shit. Do I really want to share my failings with all and sundry, sundry maybe but all?