Moleskine Pages - In The Lonely Place

I was a ghost patiently waiting in the lonely place where souls mill around before they are born. He tried his best to keep me there...nowhere...

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.

Moleskine Pages- Bobby

I looked into my own eyes but I couldn't see the sea. I was still a long way from home. I was born behind my bedroom curtain in the dead of night. My mother was talking dirty in another room. Neither my mum or dad ever knew I was missing. I was too bad to tell them.

Moleskine Pages- Dead Butterflies

This is the title page of a brand new sketchbook started just over a week ago.
" I wear my heart inside my chest, there is no room on my sleeve. It beats faster when the strange thoughts come and calms as I arrange them in order as harmless as nightmares. Dead butterflies make me want to cry."

Moleskine Pages- A Saintly Saint

She was a moveable feast. A picnic basket in human form. A universal mother. I hate her.

Moleskine Pages- Safe On The Inside

Their dread solidified into a flesh and blood child of dreams. Every knock at the door, every tap on the shoulder brought forth a forgotten memory. A tuneless tune or a frozen shiver. He tortured them with such beautiful hands. And scowled at them the prettiest eyes. They were safe on the inside, soft, raw with runny yolks.

Moleskine Pages - Warm Dogs

And we keep the dogs warm.

Moleskine Pages- Frayed Hearts

Nothing in the world could make up for her missing parts. He was a genius with a needle and thread, but even he couldn't breathe life into decaying tissue and frayed hearts.

Moleskine Pages- The Dog Heard Him

'When he screamed in the forest he didn't make a sound.'
Sorry, he did...the dog heard him.

Moleskine Pages - He Hid The Stars

'All good stuff happens outside my field of vision. I just read all the stale news on other people's faces. His facial furniture spoke in tongues... forked..to hurt. He hid the stars from me just because he could.'

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.'

moleskine Pages - The Baby Slept Through The Night

" The parade moved through time, always changing, always the same. The birds sang the story. Dogs barked the rules. The moon bore witness and we bore our replacements. The baby slept through the night."

Moleskine Collage- Rejoice!

My dogs have always been a sweet part of my life. There through thick and thin, happy and miserable times. Asking for so little but giving so much. I think they deserve a special thank you.

Soft Boiled Eggs - Moleskine Art

Moleskine Collages

How many of you out there have heard this old wives tale? That if you swallow a fruit pit you will grow a tree in your stomach and it will emerge from your 'lady garden'? I took it a step further and added children! Is it any wonder that we are all so screwed up when trusted grown ups feed us these nightmares? I was stupidly gullible and brooded over these dark possibilities for years.

I'm still working on the meaning of this one, I may come back to it at some point.

Dogs are my passion. They have been used widely in art to symbolise faithfulness, trust and unconditional love. I like to use dog images a lot to say different things. We humans really don't deserve such devoted companions.

Every fear hides a wish, is that true?

IT Happened In The Kitchen, A new work

It happened In The Kitchen. This is a new piece 18" X 12", on Illustration board. Original available for sale. Limited edition signed prints  for £60.

Without Mercy ( Moleskine page).