Moleskine Pages - Nervous Energy

' worlds exist within and without our own. Ghosts mimic our postures and shadow our dreams. Even as we sleep, we are trying on other realities for size. Satan feeds on our nervous energy.'

Moleskine Pages - She Lives Asleep

' She was born fully grown and is slowly becoming a child. By stitching her dreams together, she quilted a wardrobe of moods and situations. She lives asleep.'

Into My Arms Oh Lord - Moleskine Art

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

We Kept Watch - Moleskine Art

The need to control, in some people is so strong even sleep can't keep them away. I've seen couples that argue over stuff that happened in a dream!

Human Waste - Moleskine Art

When I was six and living in Kuwait, my bed was placed beneath a window. I'd lay on my bed and pull the curtain over my head . I'd then pretend that when I pulled the curtain back I'd be seeing the world around me for the very first time. I'm imagine what it would feel like to see the sky, the stars and the sea for the very first time and without preconceptions. To understand the most basic facts of being human, my body and the existence of others like me. I'd spend hours going over different scenarios till I fell asleep. I once convinced myself that I was turning into a plastic doll. I felt my legs go stiff and inflexible, my eyes: fixed and staring... at this point I was so alarmed I yanked myself back from whatever state I'd hypnotised myself into and never tried that game again. I have such vivid memories of my internal conversations, the strange world inside my head. I still spend time there when I am alone, surprisingly I haven't aged in that parallel world, I seem to have stuck at six.

Number 293, 079 Dream - Moleskine Art

I've always been lucky in having a rich inner life. There has never been a time where my mind hasn't been choc full of pictures. The tritest, most innocuous comment triggers a torrent of images that I am helpless to stem. This particular image is a patchwork of dreams/ nightmares that I've had at various times. In my favourite ones I am aware of dreaming, I control the action as much as I can but strange stuff still happens. I solicit dreams from other people in order to enrich my own. I keep them in a mental dream box just as I store my collage cuttings in an actual box. Thank God for art and for being creative, it saves me from madness. (or does it?)

A Spring In My Roll - Moleskine Art

I tried in this page to combine elements from my nightmares (contrary to most people, I enjoy them). There are brooding shadows, talking animals with urine stained pants. Clueless children being led astray, A Victorian googly-eyed moon that watches but offers no help and an atmosphere of eerie jollity completely at odds with what is going on. You may infer what you please from what you see!

We Tried To Be Kind - Moleskine Art

I woke up in the early hours to what appeared to be an angel sans wings, he/she/it was quite tearful begging for the return of he/she/it's wings. The duvet is stitched to the lady's breasts to protect her modesty. I'm still working on unravelling the rest, but I am open to outside interpretations.